The corners of Ziyi's angry eyes were cracked.

"Listen to the Holy Master!"

Suiren's two fists were almost broken, and his voice was so hoarse that it could hardly be heard.

"In the future, we will destroy the lichs, and we will destroy them!"

"If our descendants and descendants dare to get entangled with the Lich, no matter who they are, they will be distracted and demoted to animals and will never be human!"

"We will always remember the shame and hatred of this time in our hearts, and we will never forget it even if we have been reincarnated for billions of years!"

Suiren let out a whimper of hatred.

The bloody battle between billions of human races, and the saints fought at high altitudes.

As the Third Ancestor, they could only watch and their demonic energy rose in their hearts. They could not even suppress their merits, but they had to forcibly hold back.

The saint master once said: For the future, for the future, for the human race, for the sake of the human race, for the sake of the future, for the sake of the future, and for the sake of the future, and for the humiliation of the human race, they must live well, pass on everything that happened, not forget humiliation, and strive for self-improvement.

"Saint Master...we want to fight on your behalf, even if the soul is gone!"

Suiren raised his head and saw above the nine heavens, where Chu Yang was about to fight against the remaining three quasi-saints.

Before he knew it, his eyes were flowing with tears.
Chapter completed!