Everyone walked out of their dwellings, and no one would flinch at this time, and no one would play that clever way to shrink into their dwellings and not fight, and even if there were, no one would care.

Mixed in the flow of people, Lin Fan also walked out of the city gate.

As soon as he left the city, Lin Fan felt the ground tremble slightly, and looking into the distance, the black and oppressive beast tide was already rushing towards this side.

At a glance, there was no end to the black and oppressive beast tide, as if there was a production machine on the other side of the beast tide, which could produce wild beasts all the time.

The cultivators who poured out from the city gate had already put on a hideous expression at this time, fighting with the desolate beast required more of a ruthless mentality, if you were not ruthless, you would be the next to die.

On this battlefield, their performance is far inferior to those soldiers in the four major legions, and in their eyes, no one will believe them except themselves, because you don't know who will push you to the brink of death.

Although Lin Fan admired their dedication to defending the human race, the ugliness of human nature also made them vividly interpreted.

He saw the scene of a cultivator pulling another person with a cultivation level lower than him over to block the beast's claws.

He saw that there were cultivators with poor spiritual power who were pushed in front of several desolate beasts, just to block their progress for a moment.

Here, the weak are destined to be eliminated, but there will be more weak people coming, and only by growing fast enough can they survive here.

Suddenly, a pair of bloodied hands grabbed Lin Fan's ankles.

"Save ...... Help me......"

Lin Fan looked at the man on the ground with emotionless eyes, his legs had been trampled to pieces, even if he survived, what could he do.

But at the moment of life and death, who can see it so openly.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand and pointed to the wine jug on his waist, and the man handed the wine jug to Lin Fan knowingly.

"I can only send you back, as for what happens to you in the future, it's up to you."

Grabbing the man's shoulder, Lin Fan sent a stream of spiritual power into his body, and then threw him in the direction of the city gate.

Then, Lin Fan opened the wine jug and took a sip of the spirits, and the killing god Lin Fan on the ice field came back.

Stepping forward, Lin Fan's feet seemed to have a law flowing, and every time he took a step, his body would float into the next position.

Slowly, no one noticed that Lin Fan had moved away from the center of the battlefield and came to the deepest part of the beast tide.

Here, all of them were desolate beasts running forward again, and although Lin Fan only appeared for a moment each time, it still attracted the attention of desolate beasts.

After reappearing, where Lin Fan was, there were desolate beasts that began to stop, and then more and more desolate beasts began to stop.

These desolate beasts are the lowest in strength, without any spiritual intelligence, and the ferocity of the beast clan fills their whole body.

They just knew that the appearance in front of them was clearly not the same race as their own.

As a desolate beast raised its claws and slapped towards Lin Fan, more and more desolate beasts launched attacks towards Lin Fan.

However, Lin Fan just waved his hand lightly, and the more than 2,000 desolate beasts in front of him were all dead, but the more than 2,000 desolate beasts were not even a drop in the bucket for this beast tide.

I'm afraid that even the Desolate Beast clan doesn't know how many of their same clan they have.

Every time Lin Fan appeared, he would take away the lives of the desolate beasts in pieces, as if he was surrounded by a vacuum.

However, this kind of action of his had no effect on the entire battlefield at all, and no one knew that in the depths of the beast tide, there was a young man who had already opened the killing ring.

Gradually, Lin Fan killed all the way to the barrier he had crossed.

The enchantment had already been destroyed by the Desolate Beast Clan, and the distant city of resistance was also dilapidated, Lin Fan did not stop and continued to walk towards the depths.

After another while, Lin Fan stopped, he had already arrived at the place where the four major legions were stationed back then.

Here he once harvested a warm and nostalgic time, but everything has disappeared.

Further on, there is the Wild Canyon.

It was here that Li Daoran angrily beheaded the Qianlie of the Desolate Beast Clan and rescued him.

At the top of the canyon, Lin Fan stood solemnly and spilled the wine in the wine pot in his hand on the top of the mountain.

"Senior, go all the way, I can't repay you for your great kindness, this trip will definitely save Sima Feng......"

It's like giving Li Daoran a promise, and it's like giving himself a belief.

Not long after Lin Fan was talking to himself, an ethereal voice suddenly sounded on the top of the mountain.

"You're here."