"Ever since I refined the three warships, your fate has been determined!"

He smiled lightly, put away all the remaining soul fire, killed the spiritual intelligence, and left only the soul power. When the impurities are extracted later, he can refine it into the soul sea, increase the soul power, and prepare for the future.

After the formation dispersed, the Baiyun battleship reappeared in the sky. At this time, the other two battleships had just appeared.

"God Lord, they are all destroyed, and most of their soul fire has been collected!"

Chen Zhong bowed deeply to Yun Zhongzi, with an excited expression and tears in his eyes. In his excitement, he felt relaxed and relieved of historical responsibility.

Although the undead clan has newly joined powerful Nether clans such as Hellfire Rockmen, Bone Dragons, and Skeleton Wolves, they can be involved in the formation and let their combat power be overwhelming, but it will be of no use, and they will all be destroyed in the end.

"Lord God, we have won!"

An Ye Shang had tears in his eyes and was shaking with excitement.

After more than 100,000 years of fighting, they are now easily victorious. Such an achievement, how can they not be excited, excited, and happy!

"We are victorious!"

One by one, strong men walked out from the three battleships. They looked up to the sky and shouted, and the sound of joy echoed throughout the Lost Land.

"We are victorious!"

When the creatures of all ethnic groups in the southern part of Houtu City heard this endless cheer, they put down everything in their hands and looked up to the sky and roared.

“Thank you God Lord for the grace of re-creation!”

As if they had a tacit understanding, all the creatures in the Lost Land, no matter strong or weak, knelt down on one knee in the direction of Yun Zhongzi and worshiped devoutly.
Chapter completed!