In the void.
The third day after Fang Yuan and the others left.
Fang ping stood proudly in the air. Behind him, the human powerhouses stood still.
In the sky, a human figure seemed to have appeared above the sun.
The celestial Emperor!
"Fang ping, what's your decision?"
The celestial Thearch had a smile on his face."Don't do anything stupid. Choices are very important. Can you really maintain your second origin ground forever? 'The Three Realms are all seeking survival, and so am I ...'
Only some ants died, didn't they?"
"Ants?"
Fang ping said coldly,"fine. If you want to kill and patch up the origin, then kill the catacombs martial artists and let us human martial artists go. I'll naturally have a good talk with you!"
"Fang ping ..."