The old man in the suit was furious.
But there was nothing he could do.
Just as Hou Wudi had said.
If it weren't for the fact that the situation was really critical, he really wanted to kill his way into the Sacred Lands and properly greet those old fogeys!
The three Sacred Lands could stand by and do nothing.
But they couldn't!
Their descendants, relatives, and friends all lived in today's human society.
Except for fighting to the death, they had no choice.
Everyone's mood fell to rock bottom again.
Hou Wudi frowned and said in a deep voice.
"So guys, do we accept or not?"
They looked at each other.
This was a crucial decision that concerned the survival of humanity.
No one dared to say anything.
Accepting meant the humans had yielded.
It was selling the dignity of the human race in exchange for a temporary respite.
But it would also save as much human strength as possible.
