Sword Demon's speech this time did not stir the morale of the players, because each and every one of them knew that they had fallen into the enemy's trap this time. Previously, the mob that they had easily massacred was actually sweet poison. At the moment, they had all been dosed with the highly toxic 'PK Value', and everyone who was killed would now face the penalty of losing two levels at the very least. It was really very difficult to raise any of their spirits when faced with such a situation.
Sword Demon ordered everyone to get into battle teams, but it was like he had not said a word to that effect at all; everyone had the same ashen-faced expression. Some players wanted to follow the orders, but the others were not cooperating, only for everything to end up being futile. Sword Demon despondently glanced over to his comrades next to him, people whom he had been the closest to, and even they showed a look of helplessness.