People in desperate situations, even when they see a glimmer of dawn, become extraordinarily zealous.
Regardless of whether they can grasp this sliver of hope, they will try every means to reach out and seize it.
This was what Lu Zixun observed among the Merfolk.
In the entire Merfolk army, there was a pervasive atmosphere of facing death with equanimity.
Lu Zixun, unable to speak, silently observed all of this from the shadows.
He still didn't understand; sacrifice was inevitable, but the annihilation of the entire army could be avoided.
Could it be that the Deep Divers' strength was really that formidable?
Hai Zhuming only said two sentences, both of which were common greetings, but Lu Zixun could feel that the atmosphere in Jerusalem had become three times more fervent.
And Hai Zhuming, being watched so intently by her people, had the tips of her ears turn a shade of red before she burrowed behind Hai Xin, no longer showing her face.
"We set out."
