After all, from the perspective of ordinary people, the Primordial Race was simply too powerful. Even if the Human Race threw every ounce of their strength into resisting them, it would be no different from ants trying to shake a giant tree—aside from throwing away lives for nothing, it would be utterly meaningless.
Yet, in Moyang's eyes, to surrender without a fight was to abandon all hope.
If this cataclysm could not be stopped, the Human Race of the future would be reduced to nothing more than slaves, or even slaughtered down to the last person.
Chapter 625