"This weapon indeed has a problem."
Yi Lin put the weapon back in its place.
But Xu Zhiyong dared not pick it up again.
"A straightforward plot?"
Xu Anjing remembered Xu Zhiyong's odd behavior earlier, felt a surge of emotions, and vaguely understood a critical point.
Yi Lin didn't beat around the bush and explained, "This is a trial for newcomers, summoned to this world as ordinary people without any 'abilities.' In such a world setting, even a random soldier could easily tear them apart. Apart from the weapon given by Gul'Dan Yanzu, they have no other means to survive."
Hearing this, Xu Anjing felt a chill down her spine.
"That is to say, even though they know this weapon has issues, to protect themselves, they still have to rely on this weapon to survive."
Xu Anjing's eyes narrowed, "Isn't this a suicide mission? Is this the significance of our assistance?"