Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the first group of people who had arrived. There was undoubtedly some fluctuation on his delicate face.

Because the first group of people to come were none other than others.

Instead, the God of War Ye Qingtian.

Sword Saint Xiao Chen.

Gun King Mo Gucheng.

Lord Sutton, Emperor Aaron.

....

In short, they are all the people that Ye Fan worked hard to save.

Looking at the gray-haired old men in front of him, who had most of their vitality swallowed up by the World Tree, Ye Fan felt complicated.

In the end, it is this group of people who will die for this world.

Looking at them, Mark opened his mouth to say something.

But the God of War smiled and said: "Ye Fan, we old guys come here uninvited, don't dislike it."

"Although our strength is not as strong as before, we are still stronger than ordinary warriors."

"It should be able to play some role."

Aaron also smiled and said: "Yes, please Mr. Chu give us old guys one last chance to shine.

The people in front of them all looked at Mark.

Facing their eager and expectant eyes, Ye Fan finally nodded and agreed.

At first, he actually didn't want them to participate in this operation.

After all, they have devoted their lives to this world.

Ye Fan wanted their last moments to be spent in peace.

But on second thought, perhaps ending their lives in this way is more meaningful to them than dying in peace.

Ye Fan finally left them.

After that, Ye Fan continued to wait.

Just a few Gods of War are not enough.

He also needs more warriors.

But for several hours, no one came.

Until it was getting dark, the whole Mount Tai suddenly started to shake. JrNovels.com