He understood, of course, that this squad was finished.
Lin Ye didn't even need to step onto the battlefield himself. The mental torment alone was enough to completely destroy them.
And their assessment was correct.
Over the next ten-plus minutes...
The people Lin Ye had deliberately herded into a cramped, narrow area for a saturation bombing had their will to fight completely replaced by fear.
'If this keeps up, I'm going to die here!'
Thoughts like this spread like a plague.
But it never occurred to them to rally together and fight back against this cataclysm.
Zhao Feng's chest heaved. He stared at the endless lightning and snow in the sky, sensing the mocking yet indifferent will behind it all.
He slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were filled with nothing but endless bitterness and despair.
"I... forfeit."
He forced out the two words.
