The villagers murmured and whispered, doubting Cheng Xiaoxiao's intentions.
Ignoring the suspicious glances ahead, Cheng Xiaoxiao took out a public loudspeaker. Her voice resonated boldly in the nearly enclosed space, amplified tenfold by the speaker, instantly capturing the attention of all the villagers.
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, you only have one chance to survive. The prophet of Phoenix City has calculated the number of suffering people; countless. If you are unwilling to save yourselves, I, the envoy, will head to the next place and won't be delayed for long."
The implication: the envoy has many people to save. They are just a drop in the ocean; not worth wasting words on. If they are willing, they should do it; if not, leave.
With these words, the people below immediately fell silent—who wouldn't want the chance to survive?
Everyone quickly changed their stance.
"The envoy is right; we'll do whatever you say."
