The reason is simple: there are ten races involved in building the Eternal Tower.
The nine eternal races are all more or less involved with the supreme demon god, becoming part of it.
In this way, it would be impossible to kill the supreme demon god.
On the contrary, the human race,
Because the ancient times were too weak, there were no supreme experts, let alone anyone capable of cultivation.
The human race, having escaped this calamity, became the hope of killing the supreme demon god, and also became the target that the supreme demon god was determined to kill.
In this life-or-death battle, there is no room for retreat.
Ye Bai understood, Wuhen understood, and even the Supreme Demon God understood.
Ye Bai thought for a moment, then asked again.
"Second brother, how many swords have you drawn over the years?"
"not much."
Wuhen sighed, quite moved.
"Over the past thirty-six years, I've become somewhat complacent. After all, I'm not the strongest person of our time. Without courage on one's shoulders, one will naturally become lax..."
Ye Bai didn't believe a word Wuhen said, not even the punctuation!
Wuhen has truly mastered the art of using the technique of praising by first criticizing.
Ye Bai swallowed hard and asked tentatively,
"You don't have much, how much exactly?"
This number is crucial to how long Wuhen can live.
"not much."
Wuhen thought for a moment, then casually slashed out with his sword, clearly having just gained some new insights.
The sword struck the void, yet a faint wail could be heard echoing from the Supreme Abyss.
Because of the final act of saving the world, every sword strike from Wuhen landed on the supreme demon god.
A number was announced without a trace.
"One hundred and five thousand four hundred and seventy-two swords."
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