With the victory of this great war, he naturally wants to eradicate dissidents and make Thunder an unshakable existence on the continent. Thought:

"This time, let's see who dares to question the dominance of the Thunder Family. Gods, but on our side!"

Grief-stricken, Yisheng stood up from the ground, his bloodshot eyes staring at the sky like an eternal night. He clenched his fists tightly and roared angrily:

"I, the Chiyan family, vow to punish the gods!"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked. The leaders and warriors of the major families looked at the Chiyan City Lord in disbelief.

Lei Jue was also stunned, and took half a step back:

"This ...... This guy is crazy......"

The oracles were far away in the sky, looking down on the people on the ground like ants, and they did not take his words to heart at all, but sneered.

Lei Jue could feel the anger that erupted from the Chiyan City Lord. But Lei Jue quickly calmed down, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Hmph, the Chiyan family, I don't think I can do anything. ”

When the Dark Elves heard this, they all turned their eyes to the Red Flame City Lord, treating him as their allies. They couldn't bear the rampant behavior of the Thunder family all along, and at this time, their blood was boiling, ready to fight the gods at any time.

But Long Po said:

"Chiyan City Lord, don't be impulsive!"

He thought that the Chiyan City Lord was only so angry because of the death of his beloved son, and he didn't know the hatred between Chiyan and the Heavenly God five thousand years ago.

On the other hand, Ling Xi has always been calm. He was afraid that the wrath of the gods attracted by the Red Flame City Lord would affect the Dark Elf Clan, so he kindly reminded:

"Now that Yifeng is dead, who else can stand up to the gods? ”

The six-winged god in the sky didn't care about Lei Jue's behavior as a clown, and he didn't pay attention to the battles of various races on the human continent at all.

But his anger did not subside at all, he still held the curved long sword in his hand, and looked at one person on the battlefield, it was the demon king Hei Yu.

That's the big problem he's always wanted to eradicate.

In front of the Demon King, Ling Xiao was still sitting cross-legged, her lips moving slightly, and she was concentrating on communicating with Hei Yu's consciousness through the power of the contract, telling him the historical truth recorded on the stone pillar.

Above the only remaining stone pillar, the battle between the Shadow Demon and the Brown-Haired Divine Envoy continues.

The divine envoy jerked back from the air, and a black silhouette behind him came at a rapid speed, hovering in the air above his head, raising his sword and slashing.

The god sent a golden power from between the branches and staffs, exploding in the air, once again shattering the shadow demon's figure into a black mist and scattering it.

Soon, from another place, the shadow fiend's figure condensed again, his two arms were stained with black blood, and half of his wings were already mutilated, making it difficult to support flight.

The oracle remained calm, holding a pile of flesh and feathers torn from the Shadow Demon's wings in his left hand, and raised it into the air, saying:

"It's just a demon, and it also wants to defeat the gods, delusional!"

The Shadow Demon smiled faintly, still guarding the front of the stone pillar, his blood-soaked hair sticking to his forehead, a kind of composure in the face of death.

"Self-righteous are your gods. ”

"You inferior races, never think of turning over!"

The divine envoy shouted, and once again condensed a huge and brilliant ball of light in his hand, and held it up with both hands, ready to smash it towards the stone pillar. "Do you still want to resist this blow with your body? Go die! Demon Clan!"

The Shadow Demon suddenly lifted the black sword, erected it on his chest, and whispered:

"Assassination, soul locking. ”

Suddenly, a scarlet palm appeared in front of the oracle and clenched his throat.

The Divine Envoy looked shocked, only to feel weak, the ball of divine power light above his head disappeared, and a gate of hell opened under his feet, from which countless undead reached out their hands and grabbed his ankles.

"This little spell, you still want to beat me, as long as I burst out of my divine power, I can easily break ......"

The Shadow Fiend looked up, his eyes shining fiercely through his hair. Immediately after, he pointed the black sword in his hand at his heart, and without hesitation, launched a special move.

"Fight for your life - go to Huangquan together!"

I saw an afterimage identical to the Shadow Demon, appearing behind the Divine Envoy, with a black sword in his hand, his arm wrapped around the Divine Envoy's throat from behind, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his heart.

In the next moment, the Shadow Demon stabbed the black sword in his hand into his chest, and a sharp pain came from his heart.

At the same time, the Divine Envoy's eyes widened in horror as the dark shadow behind him pierced his chest with his sword.

The Shadow Demon held back the pain, a streak of blood running from the corner of his mouth. He continued to thrust his sword deep into his chest, churning and smashing his own heart.

"You...... You ......"

The oracle's gaze was full of despair, and his whole body twitched, and the location of his heart had been pierced by a large hole, and he could see the sky behind him.

Pale golden blood gushed out, and after a struggle, his body gradually lost its strength, his eyes dimmed, and he fell into the gates of hell at his feet.

He never thought that as a Protoss, he would one day die in the human world......

The light black wings behind the Shadow Demon flapped slowly, and they landed, leaning against the stone pillar.

His life had come to an end, and blood was flowing down the sword that pierced his chest.

On a dark sea, the night wind was cold, and the sky was covered with stars. It was a view that he couldn't see in the Demon Realm.

He tilted his head slightly, a smile on the corner of his mouth, stroked the family crest engraved with a sharp sword on his chest, and said with satisfaction:

"The ancestors of the Night, the Night Family, have finally assassinated a god......"

On the original battlefield, Ling Xi and the Chiyan City Lord formed an alliance, and everyone in the Demon Clan was at a loss, they gathered around Ling Xi, and a general of the Demon Realm asked cautiously:

"Dark, Dark Elf King...... What should we do next......"

They really had a hard time in this battle, and they couldn't tell it. After all, Yifeng is not a real person from the Demon Realm, and he doesn't care about the life or death of the Demon Clan when he fights.

And the reincarnated demon king, who was supposed to be the leader, suddenly went berserk halfway, killing indiscriminately regardless of whether he was the enemy or the enemy.

"Yes, Lord Yifeng has been defeated, and Lord Shadow Demon hasn't come back yet, so now we can only listen to you!

The other demons chimed in.

Ling Xi shook his head, "The leader of your Demon Realm, after all, is the Demon King, and I can't command anything. If you can trust me, regroup your forces and gather all your soldiers to hold your ground and wait for the Demon King to wake up. ”

"Yes!" the demon's men replied loudly, and immediately turned around and ran back to the camp to deliver the order.

Ling Xi glanced deeply at Yi Feng, saw the four demon eyes that were faintly visible behind his falling wings, and sighed secretly:

"Alas, that's a powerful trait that only top-level demons have...... Yi Feng ...... You, how could you be defeated?"