Lin Mu's mind immediately evaluated the battlefield.
Every prisoner, every weapon, every possible angle of attack, every escape route and every hidden danger was assessed. Years of battle experience processed everything almost instinctively.
Even the incoming energy was analyzed and ignored by Lin Mu as he could not sense any danger from it directly. And within a single breath, several dozen possibilities flashed through his thoughts.
Every scenario reached exactly the same conclusion.
'Weak.' His eyes narrowed slightly. 'Far too weak.'
The prisoners certainly possessed numbers. They also possessed experience surviving within the Mad Demon Depths. Yet those advantages could only compensate for so much. Starvation had reduced them to shadows of their former selves.
