Bai Shuang looked at Tang Xian, so desolate, and couldn't help feeling somewhat puzzled. She said:
"To die without a fight, wouldn't you regret it?"
Tang Xian was well aware of the gap between the apocalypse-level and the catastrophe-level, a gap too vast to be calculated with numbers.
The Judge said:
"Could it be that you don't care about the lives in this city?"
It was more keenly aware of the reason for Tang Xian's despondency than Bai Shuang was.
It wasn't because of a single defeat.
It wasn't because of the huge disparity in combat power.
It was because countless people were implicated by him.
This world was simply not ready to face the wrath of the myriad beasts.
Even in such a state of despair, Tang Xian was able to clearly recognize the situation:
"If I comply with you, only I am affected. Kill me or let me live, you must have your own plans for the humans in this city, right?"