"You can always earn back what you've lost, but if you lose your life, you lose everything. Surely you all understand a simple principle like that, right?" Mo Qi said at the opportune moment.
"Make a decision, quickly. In another half-minute, my Illusion Array will set, and it'll be impossible to expand it any further."
The crowd looked at the still-frenzied Abyssal Demon Swarm outside the Illusion Array and gritted their teeth.
"Members of the Zhang Family, listen up! Take everything out! Brother Qian is right—if we're dead, we'll have nothing left!"
A young man in a white robe led a group of people in matching attire forward and threw all their supplies into the golden halo.
"Members of the Ji Family, come on out. As long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn."
A dozen or so young people stepped out from the crowd. Daring not to hold anything back, they all handed over their private stashes.
"Brothers, what are you waiting for? Take everything out."
