"The injuries are manageable, but I fear I won't be able to participate in battle again anytime soon."
The man with the twisted arm beside them was clutching his arm, sweating profusely.
Since becoming an Extraordinary, it was the first time someone had forcibly twisted his arm like this.
The pain nearly made him faint.
Xiao Yuzhu stood to the side, her expression somewhat grim. With the recent loss of three and five injured, the total reduction in combatants was eight.
They had just entered, and the reduction was already so severe. Who knew what challenges lay ahead.
How were they supposed to complete this dungeon mission now?
Xiao Yuzhu's face was strained. She knew these people were not trying to avoid battle; after all, the injuries on them were very real.
"This is quite troublesome."
Zhou Yingting frowned, looking at the injured men.
After some thought, Zhou Yingting's gaze fell on the factory behind them.
"This factory produces weapons for robots?"
