"Zhang Menglong, take a look at this." A trialist spoke to Zhang Menglong with a disdainful tone while pointing at the armor on his body, "This is a gift bestowed upon us by the masters. With it, no matter how powerful you are, you can't possibly break through our encirclement!"
"Hahaha, that's right. Our strength is now ten thousand times stronger thanks to this armor, and we can even weaken your attacks by ten thousand times. We have more than 40 million people, what makes you think you can fight us alone?"
"You might as well hand over that traitor, and perhaps we'll spare you."
The trialists clamored towards Zhang Menglong as if the outcome of this battle was already predetermined.
"Why waste words on him? Just kill him, and whoever captures the runaway, we'll rely on our own abilities!"
"Alright!"
"Kill him!"
