The God race had fallen and the Devil race had retreated to the depths of the earth. However, the humans were still alive and strong.
As a human?
Shen Yanxiao liked her race. They knew when to advance, to retreat, and to stop. That was their greatest advantage.
"I didn't expect to see such a huge milkstone after so long." Xiu's voice suddenly echoed in Shen Yanxiao's mind.
Shen Yanxiao was mildly surprised by the comment. Ever since Yun Qi told her about the Warlocks' decline, she had a theory about it.
Could the last god be Xiu?
Xiu was powerful and mysterious. Moreover, he had the unique features of a god—his golden eyes. With so much evidence leading her to think in that direction, Shen Yanxiao could not be blamed for her wild thoughts.
However, Shen Yanxiao felt saddened by that thought. If Xiu was really that god, then how sad and disappointed would he be when the humans had done such disrespectful things to him?
