Life is precious precisely because it never comes back again.
It's hard to understand this, but it was realizing this that made Sunday comprehend the meaning of life, and also made him cherish the lives of the warriors more, unwilling to take any risky actions, even if he now wanted to personally cut off the head of that "Divine Chosen Warrior."
...
Patiently waiting, Sunday's eyes gradually narrowed——
The Indigenous Warriors had already entered the effective range of the Chen Family rifles, and at this distance, neither the Indigenous Wooden Spears nor Wooden Bows posed any threat to them.
"Should we shoot now?"
Sunday hesitated.
He could imagine, when the gunshots rang out, the Indigenous Warriors at the forefront falling like wheat being cut; the battlefield would be a scene of chaos.
The mysterious Gun Divine Power would quickly make the Indigenous people realize——
They were fighting an invincible enemy.
