"The Human Race—was this all that remained of you now, just a few scraps and leftovers? How laughable. And you still dared call yourselves overlords? You were nothing more than this. I heard there was a Child of God among your Human Race. I wonder, did he come today?" His gaze swept over the Human Race, his bearing incomparably arrogant.
It was as if he were saying that, among the Human Race today, only Ye Xukong might possibly be worthy of his notice.
The Human Race fell silent. They all understood perfectly well that the person this man referred to was none other than Ye Xukong.
Yet everyone also knew that Ye Xukong had vanished decades ago. No one knew where he was traveling now. It was even entirely possible that he had yet to learn that the Royal Court had fallen; otherwise, he would not have gone decades without a single word.
In truth, if it had been them, they likely would have found it equally hard to believe. Who would have thought that the Human Race, which had dominated the Ancient Wasteland for countless years, would decline to such a state within mere decades?
As all the foremost figures of the older generation fell, the top geniuses of the younger generation became the focus of everyone's attention.
There was no other reason: they carried the hopes of the Human Race.
Without a King Tier expert to hold the fort, the Human Race was like a ship rocking amid wind and rain, liable to sink at any moment.
At such a time, the ones most likely to produce King Tier experts were the younger generation. Although quite a few peak Celestial Supreme Realm experts remained among the older generation, everyone had long since despaired of them. If they could