The Human race was not the Desolate race after all. By residing in the Divine Wilderness, they could not avoid coming into contact with all sorts of powerful Desolate beasts. The deeper they went into the Divine Wilderness, the more powerful the desolate beasts they encountered were.
Under such circumstances, even if they were not found by the Black-armored Demon God, they would still suffer heavy casualties. Hence, many human factions slowly gathered in the remote mountains, and this place was their final destination.
But now, even this final destination was facing a deadly threat.
They were faced with two choices.
Fight! Or flee!
When these choices were brought up in the hall, the mood turned into a depressing one.
Fighting meant a fight to the death. Many people lacked the courage, especially when there was no hope of victory.
As for fleeing, where else could they go?
