After all, from the perspective of ordinary people, the Primordial Race was simply too powerful. Even if the human race exhausted every ounce of strength to resist, it would be like a mayfly shaking a giant tree—utterly meaningless, resulting in nothing more than thrown-away lives.
Yet in Mo Yang's view, choosing not to resist meant abandoning all hope.
If this impending catastrophe could not be halted, future generations of the Human Race would be reduced to slaves or even slaughtered down to the last person.
Chapter 625