Unexpectedly, this attack in Beihuang was easily defeated.
Is it possible that we are really at the end of our battle?
However, Feng Lin had to admire the Yin Yang Crusaders' strategy.
They used the lives of the coalition forces to continuously consume Beihuang.
Compared to the entire alien land, a place like Northern Wasteland is like a rabbit meeting an elephant.
Even one person from the Northern Wilderness can consume five of the coalition forces.
In the end, Beihuang will also be severely damaged.
On the contrary, the coalition forces were harmless.
Especially the Yin-Yang Crusade, which has almost no consumption, and only consumes people from other forces.
"After Beihuang is solved, we can use all our strength to destroy the Demon Research Institute."
Ying Biao crossed his arms and said, "They think that if they unite, they can deal with us. That is really a dream!"
"Senior Weisheng, long time no see."
At this moment, a group of people wearing silver armor came from a distance.
These people generally have a Western appearance.
The leader is a middle-aged man with blond hair parted to the side and a tall and burly figure, about two meters tall.
There is a white cloak behind him, and behind the cloak is a huge golden cross pattern.
There are also golden crosses in his blue eyes.
Feng Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, the Guangming clan.
Among the crowd, Feng Lin actually saw an acquaintance.
Liwuwu, whom she had rescued at the beginning.
I remember that she was already at the ninth level before, and still had more than half of the spiritual stones to reach the perfect ninth level.
But now, it is close to the ninth level of perfection.
It should be about twenty tons short.
She did not wear a robe this time, but wore a silver armor like the leader.
She has long blond hair and very cold blue eyes.
A noble atmosphere.
Li Wuwu glanced around calmly, and finally met Feng Lin's eyes.
She, who was originally aloof, suddenly became unnatural.
I remembered that Feng Lin used his hands to help her solve the problem.
She felt that she had sinned terribly.
Feng Lin lowered his head. Logically speaking, the Bright Clan should also know his identity.
"Jilange, are you leading the team of the Light Tribe this time?"
Wei Shenghong held the water glass and looked over.
"Yes, I have always heard that your life is in danger. Today, you look good. Sure enough, there are always people who talk nonsense everywhere."
Because of his height, Ji Lange lowered his head and looked at Wei Shenghong.
"Haha, I don't know why. I suddenly coughed and it just healed."
Wei Shenghong took a sip of water and said, "I'm afraid I'll get back to my old ways now."
"Senior is worrying too much."
Jilan Ge smiled and put his hand to his heart, "The God of Light is with you."
"The number of people is almost there. Let's get on the boat and chat."
Ying Biao in the distance spoke to the people here.
"good."
Wei Shenghong looked back and said, "Get on the boat."
Feng Lin tried his best to keep a low profile and followed a few people without saying a word.
When passing by Ying Shanyu, Feng Lin was extremely nervous, after all, they had fought against each other before.
But the other party obviously didn't look at him, and Feng Lin breathed a sigh of relief.
When we arrived on the big ship, there were already dozens of people here.
Including the Wei Sheng Kingdom and the Guangming Tribe, plus other people, there are more than fifty people in total.
There are five big ships here, and if they all have fifty people, that means there are two hundred and fifty masters.
Feng Lin roughly felt that the lowest level here was the eighth level.
Therefore, before Feng Lin came, he also disguised his realm to the eighth level.
If it were according to the original six levels, it would attract more attention.
The eighth level here only accounts for 40%.
More people are at the ninth level, or the perfect ninth level, and of course, there is sublimation.
There were hundreds of masters of this level, even Feng Lin couldn't believe it.
He suddenly began to admire Beihuang.
To be able to fight against so many masters and still persist until now is enough to show how powerful they are.
Feng Lin was hiding in the Weisheng Kingdom, lowering his head slightly and remaining unknown.
Wei Shenghong smiled and chatted with Ji Lange beside him.
Suddenly, Ji Lange looked at Feng Lin, "That should be Feng Lin, is he with the senior?"
Feng Lin's heart sank. It turned out that Ji Lange had noticed him a long time ago.
"We met him at the branch. He seemed to have Yanhuang blood, so we asked him to follow us."
Wei Shenghong glanced at Feng Lin and smiled.
"Not together?" Ji Lange was a little surprised.
"Senior, I am the Master of Justice. This time I am going to the Northern Wilderness to practice killing enemies. I am fortunate enough to be recruited by Senior Wei Sheng."
Feng Lin took a step forward and took out his token.
"The Six-Star Master of Justice."
Ji Lange couldn't help laughing, "The Yin Yang Crusaders didn't say anything, so naturally I have no right to interfere."
Feng Lin went back again and put away the token.
It seems that this Ji Lange also intends to give Wei Shenghong some face.
If Feng Lin came alone this time, something might really happen.
The two started talking again.
From Zhong Fenglin, he learned that Weishenghong helped Jilange in a certain ruins back then.
Jilan Ge is the sacred judge of the Guangming Tribe.
This position is similar to the Ten Golden Crows of the Sun Clan.
The only difference is that there is no ranking of the Holy Judges of the Light Clan.
But when you reach a certain level, you can have this title.
However, from Wei Shenghong's words, the Jilan Ge in front of him clearly belonged to the Holy Judge who was at the forefront.
Li Wuwu observed Feng Lin from time to time, but in the end, she still didn't come over to say hello.
The big boat was cutting through thorns on the water, and most people here were very nervous.
In the battle in Beihuang, life is in danger at any time.
Only a few people, such as Wei Shenghong or Ji Lange, are more relaxed.
Suddenly, Feng Lin felt as if he had become colder.
He looked towards the sky in the distance, and the air was twisting and floating.
When the big ship approached, Feng Lin discovered that the twisted space was on land.
Space is like a sea with huge waves rising into the sky.
If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to spot this crumbling space.
"Liwu Wu! You are new here. Let me introduce you to the Destruction Storm."
Ji Lange pointed to the space in the distance, "The destructive storm is so strong that it can blow away the spiritual energy around it. If you are caught in it, you will die."
"Yes, I understand."
Liwuwu said respectfully.
…
About three hours later, the big ship docked.
Everyone disembarked in an orderly manner.
When Feng Lin came to this land, he was filled with emotion.
This is the Northern Continent, the home base of the Yin Yang Crusaders.
"Everyone, follow us."
A Yin soldier in the distance said loudly and led the way.
Feng Lin looked into the depths of the mainland and found that the buildings here were similar to villa areas.
Very well planned.
In front of each villa, there is a large yard.
On both sides of the road, there are solar street lights, one every 100 meters.
Just looking at the scene in front of you is no different from the world on the other side.
Perhaps only the residence of the Yin Yang Crusaders would dare to have such a building.
After all, who dares to break ground here?
As of now, there is not one.
Feng Lin followed the others and headed to a circular Yin-Yang diagram.
Here is the transfer formation.
"Everyone moved in an orderly manner."
The Yin Yang Crusade activates the formation.
While Feng Lin was queuing up, he looked into the depths and saw that the building was taller and more majestic. Su Zishu should live there.
As for the surrounding villas and courtyards, they should be the residences of grassroots like Gu Xun.
Standing on the formation plate, Feng Lin's body and several people around him disappeared here.
The next moment, they appeared near another formation disk.
Feng Lin shook his head slightly. These Yin-Yang Crusaders were really careful. It seemed that they planned to use formations to move to the northern wasteland boundary to prevent them from studying the terrain here.
After three transfers in total, they finally arrived at the northern wasteland boundary.
There are already many people in front.
"not good!"
Feng Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, and he actually saw the Sun Clan's Jincheng.