Urban Prehistoric: Mom Is Giving Me Nine Tails? Don't Create a New Account

The Great Desolation is coming? Survival at the end of the world? Sorry, my mother gave me nine tails at the beginning. Don't create a new account. When the demonic forces invade human society, those who are not our race will have a different heart and be punished! When the old party of the barbaric era comes back, I'm sorry, there is no ship that can carry you in the new era, get lost! "I have been guarding mankind for ten years, but all living beings have betrayed me. How do you think this account should be settled?" "This world does not need prehistoric times, nor does it need gods!" "Becoming a god? What a joke! I am the Great Desolate!"