On the plain.
The two forces were opposing each other. Thousands of genuine Immortals hovered in the void, and the aura they exuded was enough to crush the void.
The human race!
The spirit race!
Everyone's face was solemn.
They understood.
This battle would be the final battle between the human race and the spirit race.
Whichever side won, it would mean that the other side had the right to rule the world and become the Overlord of all races.
And at the void above.
Wind and spirit Emperor stood face to face in the air. Both of them had extremely calm expressions.
to be honest, I didn't expect the human race to be where it is today. Maybe I shouldn't have said so much to you.
Looking at the person in front of him, the spirit Emperor smiled.
Do you regret it?
There was a little.
If he hadn't pointed out the direction of the wind, the other party might not have come up with a way to create the human race.
Similarly.
