The sight of Fang Zhen producing so many pills with a single wave of his hand stunned everyone in the room for several seconds.
Then, the man who had just questioned Fang Zhen spoke again, his voice bursting with irrepressible joy.
"So many! To think we have so many materials for the Blood Burst Secret Medicine! This is wonderful!"
The man's joyous expression was irrepressible, and he made no attempt to hide it. It was as if an immense, long-held pressure had suddenly been released, leaving him unable to control his excitement.
The man said, "We just ran the numbers. The number of aberrations currently on the island, plus those we expect to arrive, outnumbers our total combat personnel—our Warriors and Curse Sealers—by at least ten to one."
"If we were to rely purely on martial strength, even with Lanxi City's walls and defensive equipment, our chances of victory would be slim—less than thirty percent, by any calculation."
