Ultimately, a million-strong horde of Undying Fiends was an unprecedented calamity. No one had been mentally prepared to face it, let alone provide real solutions on such short notice.
Their instincts simply screamed to flee.
"High Commander Rhun, in my opinion, the horde is simply impossible to resist. Our only option is to flee," a Peak-stage Divine Lord seriously suggested with a heavy heart.
High Commander Rhun was the strongest of the seven known Divine Kings in the Voidlight Shelter and was its nominal leader.
When High Commander Rhun heard the Divine Lord's suggestion, he immediately exploded with anger.
"Flee, flee, flee! Is that all you can think of?! How dare you bring up that suggestion again and again! We don't have enough starships to carry everyone, let alone support them! If we flee, we have to abandon over 90% of our people!"
High Commander Rhun's thunderous words resounded with stubborn fury.
