He didn't dare to gamble; as one of the strongest Transcendents of the Human Race, the chances that he would be targeted were extremely high.
Gulete chose Option C, to fight while retreating, relying on certain environments to escape more smoothly, such as... the ocean! But he encountered a problem, he didn't know where the dangerous terrains were, he didn't even know where he was.
Ten minutes,
Twenty minutes,
Dozens of Human Race Transcendents huddled together, supporting each other, and no Transcendent fell.
However, during this time, the Alien Race received reinforcements, and the Transcendents broke through the hundred mark, with only sixty-two of the Human Race, becoming increasingly critical, many were already injured, and their combat power declined.
"This can't go on, once we've consumed too much, suffered serious damage to our combat power, we might be annihilated in one fell swoop!"
