"Proactively... seek them out...?"
Zhang Xiaoman's words shocked everyone present, as nobody expected him to say such a thing.
From the current situation, the gods in the sky are "hunters," and we are the "prey."
According to conventional thinking, everyone now is eager to hide, so how can we proactively deliver ourselves to them? Isn't this seeking death?
However, those present are not ordinary people.
Once they got over the initial surprise, they began to silently ponder the feasibility of such a move.
"You all are Guardians or Kings of your respective races. I believe that everyone gathered here shares one purpose: to protect your people from harm during the day of divine descent."
Zhang Xiaoman maintained a calm demeanor and slowly explained his reasons for doing this.
"But have you considered? No matter how hard you try, no matter what kind of resistance you put up, death cannot be avoided."
