On May 6, Fang Ping entered the false sky grave.

On May 11th, within five days, Fang Ping walked out of the fake sky tomb.

In just five days, everything turned upside down.

On this day, Fang Ping and King Wu returned.

Return to Earth!

…

Zhenxing City leads directly to the entrance of Yuhai Mountain.

When Fang Ping and others walked out of the cave, some of the people on the opposite side were excited and some were sad.

Dead!

Many people died.

More than fifty people at the top of the extreme realm have entered, but now less than half are left.

Many people came to Zhenxing City at this moment, including Jiang Hao and Jiang Chao.

Everyone received the news that the strong human race is about to return.

They all came here and waited.

But at this moment, seeing those strong men covered in blood, and seeing those strong men who were missing most of them, everyone still looked sad.

More than half of the thirteen ancestors of Zhenxing City are dead!

Yang family, Su family, Chen family, Jiang family, Liu family...

Each of the ancestors is no longer visible.

This is true for Zhenxing City. Needless to say, other parties have suffered heavy losses.

There are more than 20 surviving strong men, seven strong men of the younger generation, Zhang Weiyu, Nan Yunyue, Wu Chuan, Tian Mu, Zhao Xingwu, Chen Yaozu, and Kong Lingyuan, are all alive.

And this also means that they occupy a large number of survival lists.

Together with several other ancestors from Zhenxing City, there are more than a dozen of the top surviving ones from the Hua Kingdom.

Putting the other five holy places together, the number of surviving strong men is only ten.

The losses are unimaginable!

The sound of low sobs could be heard faintly. Some of the Descendants, even though they had discovered that their ancestor's statue of life was broken, still had some expectations.

But now... hope is shattered.

Really dead!

Sadness began to spread.

Fang Ping didn't say anything this time, nor did he stop the sadness from spreading.

Nearly 30 top human beings have died in the war, and the strong men who have protected mankind for hundreds of years have fallen one after another. It is time to give everyone a chance to grieve.

After being tough for so long, even he was tired.

Fang Ping almost wanted to cry if he went to a place where no one was around.

Kill, kill without end.

One battle after another, life and death fought again and again, and he was tired.

In the past few months when Lao Zhang and the others were in the sky grave, he was too tired.

Fight the land of the Realm, fight the God of War Cult, fight the Cave, fight the Resurrection Saint, fight the Fengtian lineage, fight everyone!

Every battle must come first!

He also wants to rest, but he has to fight. If he doesn't fight, who else among humans can fight?

Time and time again, he got tired.

Now, back on Earth, Lao Zhang and the others are by his side, and Zhentian Wang and others have returned. Fang Ping's energy and energy have been a little broken, and he was in a trance for a while.

…

"Fang Ping!"

In a daze, Wu Kuishan called him, with a worried look on his face, and said through the voice: "Everyone is looking at you, please say a few words!"

At that moment, Fang Ping was in a daze, which affected everyone.

Zhang Tao and King Zhentian all looked slightly worried.

Fang Ping is no longer the student of Mowu in the past, and he is no longer the silly boy who only knows how to get into trouble.

Today, he is still the king of men!

The great road collapsed, but he was still the king of the contemporary generation.

In the past few months, Fang Ping has created too many miracles.

In the few days in the fake sky tomb, he gained fame among the human race and gained the recognition of the top elders. This is the contemporary king of humans, the king of the human race!

Zhang Tao is also strong, but Zhang Tao is a little less aggressive than Fang Ping.

The reason is age, the reason is time.

The human race of that period needed people like Zhang Tao to maintain stability. The human race of this era needed people like Fang Ping to fight against enemies from all directions.

…

Fang Ping came back to his senses.

Looking around, everyone was looking at him.

At this moment, King Wu did not hide his light, and King Zhentian did not hide his edge.

The third generation patron saint of the human race, Fang Ping!

Fang Ping calmed down his emotions, showed a smile, and laughed brightly.

"Victory!"

"Another great victory!"

"I don't know how many times this is the time I've come to report the news of victory, but I still want to say that the human race has won!"

"King Wu, King Zhentian and other human heroes have returned!"

"We have defeated powerful enemies from all directions, defeated Tianwaitian, defeated the underground cave, defeated the ancient heavenly warriors, defeated the early martial warriors from 30,000 years ago, defeated the saints, and defeated the king of heaven!"

"Today... I don't want to say more about victory. I want to say something else."

Fang Ping's voice spread in all directions, echoing between heaven and earth.

"Victories, victory after victory, make the human race numb and make people feel that the human race is really invincible!"

"But I don't want everyone to be blindly happy or blindly confident!"

"In the past three months, my human race has killed 31 people in the extreme peak realm!"

"As for our human race, over hundreds of thousands of years, we have accumulated less than 60 peak-level experts!"

Fang Ping's voice stirred up the world, and his tone was passionate, "More than half have fallen! These seniors, martyrs, have silently protected the human race for thousands of years! Today, there are no bones left, and we can't even collect the corpses!"

"Everyone, humans, please remember them!"

"I hope everyone can remember them for the rest of their lives, at least... you have to know who is protecting you and who is sacrificing their lives and blood in exchange for today's peace and prosperity!"

"In the past few months, the fallen ancestors include the Human Sword King, the Human Sun God, and the Human Great Pharaoh..."

Fang Ping announced their names one by one and described their lives one by one.

Born as a human being, fought in new martial arts, and died in new martial arts.

Die for the human race, die to protect.

31 extremely powerful men!

Some come from sects, some come from ancient times, and some don't even know their origins. It doesn't matter, they only have one identity, the martyrs of the human race!

…

Sobs resounded from all directions.

At this moment, some people were crying and some were choking.

In less than three months, 31 top leaders were killed.

The joy and joy before disappeared at this moment.

Fang Ping's voice was still ringing in everyone's ears.

"We are very tired... very tired, very tired..."

"The strong men of the past 30,000 years have recovered one by one. We can still fight, dare to fight, and are not afraid of fighting!"

"But we want to rest for a while. From the human race, is there anyone left who can fight?"
To be continued...