"Emperor Father, come out."

"Emperor Father, please wake up."

"Emperor Father, humanity is on the brink of extinction."

"Emperor Father, our kingdom is doomed."

"Emperor Father…"

Chen Yu had never truly understood what the old man with the white beard meant by "summon."

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It turned out "summon" was standing outside the ancestral tomb of the human race, calling out incessantly without pause.

"Emperor Father! Father!"

With his arms raised high, the young man in the duckbill cap shouted anxiously, "Get the fuck out of there…"

Floating beside him, the transparent Chen Yu yawned silently.

It had been eight hours since the white-bearded man led the defense.

His son had been shouting for eight hours straight.

Outside the temple, night had fallen.

"Your Highness, the battle situation is getting worse."

The walkie-talkie in the young man's hand crackled with frontline reports.

The young man quickly lifted the walkie-talkie, responding nervously, "Are we about to be overwhelmed?!"

"The front line has been pushed back over four hundred kilometers. If the allied forces of the myriad races wanted to break through, they would have already slaughtered their way into our human territory. Right now, they just want to strangle our living forces."

"How are the three Supreme Beings doing?"

"The Supreme battle situation is... still okay." The voice from the walkie-talkie hesitated, "The three Supremes, with the help of the Curse of the Undead, are barely holding back all the A-class Supremes of the foreign races. It's mainly on the B-class battlefield where we are at an absolute disadvantage. The casualties are heavy. So…"

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