But no matter what, it was the best outcome for the current war situation.
After all, the number of saint in the Origin World was too terrifying.
Even if a demon horde only gave birth to one saint, it was still an unimaginable number.
Fortunately, each race had their own interests. They could not truly unite as one and fight against the enemy together.
This was also the only reason why the human race could survive until now.
Thinking about it, it was as fragile as a soap bubble.
What if one day, a few large tribes gathered together to cause trouble?
Perhaps humanity would be finished.
Thinking about this, Su Mo could not help but feel a chill run down his spine, and he even had goosebumps.
"What are you waiting for?"
A gentle voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Su Mo's drifting thoughts.
"Supervisor Zhao."
Seeing Zhao Xing, Su Mo could not help but be slightly surprised.
Zhao Xing laughed,
