"Perhaps... Junior Lu Sheng can create miracles again this time?"
This thought surfaced in Mo Chou's mind.
But it quickly plunged him into silence once more.
When he first heard about Lu Sheng's choice, Mo Chou was supportive of him.
Now watching Lu Sheng's mad slaughter on the sixth-tier battlefield, Mo Chou vaguely saw a glimmer of hope for victory.
But... it was only a sliver of hope.
Mo Chou gave a bitter smile, "The victory of a battlefield cannot depend on just one person."
"Those Mechanical Transformers and Cultivators are only in it for the resources and rewards. In the face of a life-and-death crisis, they would immediately crush their Jade Scrolls to escape."
"But those Insect Immortals, Insect Warriors, and the flesh-race converted Void Insect Race are all under the control of the mother nest's consciousness, preferring death over defeat."
"In terms of morale, we, the Human Federation, are already no match for the Void Insect Race."
