Withdrawal

Today, no one could understand Su Yu's joy.

Whether it was the Hundred Battles, the Chaos Clan, or the Martial Emperor, those occupying the three realms of heaven and earth were all human!

As long as they were human, that was enough.

The shackles had been cast off!

Unless the myriad races won, there would no longer be any need to worry about humanity. No matter what those people intended, they would not slaughter ordinary humans. Even the Martial Emperor had not said he wanted to kill every ordinary person.

Ever since he had become the Human Sovereign, how could he truly not care about humanity's fate?

He had walked on eggshells, as if treading on thin ice!

With ten billion lives resting on his shoulders, the slightest misstep meant the annihilation of the race and the death of its people!

But today, he was free!

He no longer needed to worry so much. As long as those ordinary humans did not resist their rule, they would not face the danger of extermination.

Recreating humanity sounded simple, but it was not so simple.

With ready-made humans already present, these people would not be thinking about recreating humanity.

Old Turtle took the form of a young man and followed behind Su Yu, his face filled with confusion and doubt.

Su Yu was in terrible condition today, yet... Old Turtle seemed to see the Su Yu of old again—the one who spoke boldly, arrogant beyond measure, declaring that he wanted to become the overlord of the ancient cities, rule them, occupy a corner of the world, and become one of the tyrants of the myriad realms.

And Su Yu had done it!

He had run wild without restraint, killing whoever he wished. The thirty-six Guardians had his back, leaving him without a