Why the hell am I not dead yet?
Roland was gasping for breath, his hands trembling violently as he looked at the ground covered in corpses, his mind completely blank.
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
The three questions of a transmigrator echoed repeatedly in his mind.
"Are you unable to go on again?"
A gentle demonic whisper sounded in his ear, and Roland's body almost went limp. His whole body felt weak, except for his mouth which remained defiant.
"What are you talking about? Even if another team of Spirit Realm Knights comes, I can still take them down!"
"Really?"
Sofia's lips curved slightly upward, her slender finger pointing towards the pitch-black distance.
"The Spirit Realm Knights you're asking for are over there, arriving on the battlefield in thirty seconds. Please be ready."
Roland: "..."
He really wanted to curse but found himself utterly powerless.
