The entry-level Third Grade Mountain Realm is worlds apart from this peak-level "Vermilion Bird" Mountain Realm.
"Can't fight... then what should we do?"
Mo Hua frowned, pondering for a long while.
The gap in strength is simply too vast; if they can't win, then they can't win.
But if they don't fight, the situation remains at a standstill.
The Barbaric Wilderness is isolated, surrounded by deserts, with no way in or out.
Wutu and Black Horn have already fought as best as they could.
He couldn't possibly just guard those Second Grade Mountain Realms, leisurely wasting away ten or twenty years, could he?
That would truly be a waste of time.
Mo Hua reviewed the overall situation of the Great Wilderness and also considered his own fate, reflecting on his actions there, suddenly realizing:
No, that's not right... why insist on fighting?
In the Great Wilderness, his identity isn't that of a "conqueror" or a "destroyer," but a "Shaman."
