In the spiritual world, the gods who were high above in the past were all miserable, one after another bad news came, the mining area was in turmoil, the demon army swept in all directions, and the slave clan, which had always been gentle and humble, also set off a wave of rebellion, and the entire spiritual world seemed to be in chaos, full of turmoil and unrest.

Outside the Ancestral God City of the Northern Regions, Lin Fan led the army of the Terran Race, looking at this magnificent ancient city from afar, which is the center of the Divine Race's rule over the Northern Regions, and legend has it that one of the five ancestral gods lives here.

Next to the Terran army, the black and oppressive demon beasts also formed a patchwork phalanx, thousands of demon birds soared in the air, the killing aura, in the surrounding strong as the substance, the heaven and the earth were silent, the sun and the moon were dull.

On the opposite side of the combined forces of the human race and the demon race, one group after another of soldiers were marching, walking out of a city gate, their armor flashing, holding a war ge, carrying a war halberd, the cold light was shining, and the murderous aura was full of wilderness.

This is the last strength of the Protoss in the Northern Regions, all of them are elite divisions, each of them is very powerful, and the blood in their bodies is like a dragon, all of them exude a belief in generosity to die.

They are staggering in number, there are tens of thousands, under the watchful eyes of the Protoss commanders, they walked out in an orderly and disciplined manner, and they are about to launch an earth-shattering attack, at this moment they show the cohesion of all of them, so many Protoss gathered together, as if an inseparable whole.

Under this solemn aura that covers the sky and the sun, all the heavens and everything are trembling, the light and cold of the armor of the gods, and the cold murderous aura on the weapons, gathered together, the light rushes to the bullfight, and the stars are dim.

Lin Fan stood at the front of the battle array, his treasure was solemn, and a big flag was erected beside him, with two big characters written on it - the emperor of people, the big flag hunted in the wind, drumming in all directions, exuding a palpitating atmosphere.

This banner was captured in their treasury after they broke through the city of the Protoss, and it was a battle flag made by the Qi Refiners during the heyday of the Terran race.

The head of the Ji family and the head of the Jiang family stood side by side on the left and right sides of Lin Fan, these two scheming family masters, after experiencing a life and death ordeal, became the prisoners of the gods, and the children of the two families did not survive in the resistance, and became mine slaves, they were later rescued by Lin Fan and led the army, and since then they have followed with all their hearts, and respected Lin Fan as the co-master of the human race.

Xiao Jinzi still maintained his original appearance, squatting on Lin Fan's shoulders, no matter what kind of changes in the status and identity of the two of them, the relationship between the two sides has never changed in any way.

Next to the human army, the Seven Kings of the Demon Clan glanced at Lin Fan and Xiao Jinzi with complicated expressions, their hearts were full of embarrassment and chagrin, the venerable of the Demon Clan, second only to the existence of the Demon Ancestor, actually squatted on Lin Fan's shoulders so unfiguratively.

However, thinking about Lin Fan's identity now, the co-leader of the human race, they can't help but feel a little relieved in their hearts, especially after seeing Lin Fan's violent and weird methods in the group battle, they are full of a kind of awe from the bottom of their hearts for this human emperor.

When the Terran and the Demon Race were just united, the strong men of the Demon Race did not pay much attention to Lin Fan, let alone the Terrans, but with the subsequent battles, Lin Fan and the Terran army under his command made them look at each other, and the status of the two sides gradually tilted, and the Terran regained the respect they deserved with their combat effectiveness.

When the Protoss army rushed out and set up a formation, Lin Fan frowned slightly, and said to himself: "Strange, this is already the last stronghold of the Protoss in the Northern Regions, why have the five ancestral gods and the twelve holy spirits never come forward until now?" ”

During this time, the human race and the demon race united, and in the northern region it can be called sweeping in all directions, although the battle situation is going quite smoothly, but Lin Fan's mood is not much lighter because of this, because the highest combat power of the god race, the twelve holy spirits and the five ancestral gods, none of them appeared, this situation, in his opinion, is a little too strange.

Just when he was wondering, the army of the demon clan couldn't help but start fighting, and countless demon beasts were rushing in the wilderness, with terrifying sounds, like a rolling torrent, surging towards the army of the god clan in front of them.

The Seven Demon Kings rushed to the front, each showing their mastery, the mana was monstrous, the anger was boundless, the Vermilion Bird Demon King opened his huge mouth, a red flame poured out from the sky, the Purple Thunder Demon King waved his wings, and the thunder in the sky was like a torrential rain.

But the Protoss on the opposite side were unmoved, and a terrifying light erupted from the banner in the center of their battle array, enveloping the entire Protoss phalanx, and the boundless red flames and the tides of heavenly thunder seemed to have lost their effect in the face of this brilliance.

This is the battle banner in the god clan, which is several times more powerful than the previous shot of the god king of the deserted city, enough to control the ten thousand god clans, and the light wave flickered a few times, firmly blocking the attack of the seven kings of the demon clan.

At this time, Lin Fan knew that it was time for him to go on the field, to fight against the Protoss, he was the main force in the main force, and this battle flag of the Protoss was refined by the five ancestral gods, which could gather the energy of the Ten Thousand Protoss in one place, and the defense was unparalleled.

If you want to break the turtle shell of the Protoss, it depends on Lin Fan's ability to attack fortifications, he waved his hand gently, and the army under his command moved slowly, stepping on the ground, roaring and trembling, while Lin Fan took the lead and rushed to the front.

When he approached the Protoss phalanx, wisps of light burst out of his body, and countless consciousness worms split out of the light cluster and silently rushed to the Protoss battle array in front of him.

One by one, the Protoss died strangely, the essence of the whole body was robbed, the body was like a dried corpse, the death was extremely terrifying, the surrounding companions saw this scene, and gradually, the strict Protoss phalanx began to have a trace of restlessness.

Taking advantage of the instability of the battle formation of the Protoss, the Terran and the Demon Race finally converged on the way to gallop and rushed forward together violently, and the Seven Demon Kings also unleashed their magical powers, and a leader of the Famous Protoss died in their hands.

The tragic aura began to boil and sweep around, drumming up bursts of bloody rain and bloody wind, blood swaying in the sky, there are human races, there are demon races, and there are also gods and tribes, after the battle formation is broken, the warriors of the three clans are intertwined, and the fight is in full swing.

In the face of the dying and struggling Protoss warriors, both the demon race and the human race inspired the most thorough ferocity, at this time, the defeated Protoss did not surrender and did not beg for mercy, because they all knew that in this battle, the loser would not have any chance of survival.

The sound of killing that resounded in the sky gradually subsided, the ground was full of stumps and broken arms, the smell of blood filled the air, and Lin Fan looked at the Ancestral God City in front of him with a cold face.

When the battle was over, a roar suddenly sounded in the distance, and immediately, a black battle flag slowly appeared on the horizon, and under the battle flag, the Demon Venerable's eyes were like lightning, looking at Lin Fan from afar.