Today, the giant race had already fallen behind the other races.
If they waited until the others produced transcendents… there was no need to overthink it.
The transcendents from Maknum Eastern Town and the South Pole Sea would have nothing to do with the giant race anymore.
Their interests in the Immortal Burial Ground would be slowly eroded by the other races, and they would lose the strength to fight back.
The giants had no choice.
Braydon Neal looked up, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. "I've long heard about the giant race's Giant Spirit Pond. Nurtured by heaven and earth, it's incredibly mysterious. It can increase a person's chance of breaking through tenfold, reduce bottlenecks by ninety percent, and help someone accumulate strength rapidly."
"The Giant Spirit Pond has ten slots each day. The giant race is willing to give half of them to the human race," Livius Jahic offered, showing his sincerity.
