Heroes were always thought of when people were in danger. No one would miss those sacrificed lives when living a happy life.
Satan's words surprised Shen Yanxiao. She had to admit that what Satan said was indeed the truth.
The God race had sacrificed everything for this world, but how many people would remember their sacrifice after the war between gods and devils?
Nearly ten thousand years. Nearly ten thousand years of wind and frost had worn down the history of blood and tears. The once earth-shattering war had gradually faded from people's memories. Words passed down from generation to generation would eventually come to zero.
How many of the major races that had been saved by the God race with the lives of their entire race would still remember those gods that had disappeared from the world?
After Shen Yanxiao was reborn, she had hardly heard any rumors about the God race for a long time, and she had never heard the word 'God' from anyone.
