Even if the Milky Way is unified afterwards, these eighth- and ninth-level strongmen who have made outstanding contributions to the human race will have permanently wasted an opportunity to resurrect.

Moreover, some people have reached the upper limit of resurrection times, so this time they will really die.

"We can only take it slow!"

Ling Zhan sighed helplessly in his heart.

The next moment, he glanced indifferently at Brasca in the distance, and then left directly with the God of Light beside him.

The few supreme beings who stayed behind looked at each other, and their expressions were extremely ugly.

The highest authority of the server has been handed over, which means that they have become vassals of the human race.

In the next tens of thousands of years, perhaps their territory will be madly compressed by humans!

As the territory is compressed, the population will decrease, and the number of geniuses will also decrease!

There is a lack of successors among the top powerhouses, and eventually, after they die, there will be no new supreme being!

By then their civilization will be downgraded to an advanced civilization,

Thinking of this, they felt extremely sad, but there was nothing they could do.

Because they don't want to die yet. If they survive, even those with the shortest remaining lifespan can live for thousands of years.

If you jump out and fight the human race now, you will die immediately.

However, when they thought that the Braska civilization would probably be destroyed after this so-called battle between the strong, they suddenly felt happy.

At least there are people who are worse off than them.

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Ling Yan naturally had no idea what was happening in the Milky Way.