Rebirth of Fantasy God

The members of the Celestial Clan were still feeling fortunate that their clan leader, who was captured by the saints of the human race and whose whereabouts were unknown, had left them a way out, but they did not know that they were about to degenerate from an extraordinary race into an ordinary race, just like the races in the small worlds they had previously controlled.

The five clan leaders who have become saints, the Insect Man, the Orc Man, the Undead Man, the Plant Man, and the Robot Man, looked at each other, and the Robot Man clan leader said in a buzzing voice: "I will send these Celestial Man back to their world."

After the Robot Tribe Chief finished speaking, he didn't wait for the other four chiefs to express their opinions. He just waved his hand, and the members of the Celestial Tribe below were lifted up by an unknown force and rushed into a diamond-shaped crystal in front of the Robot Tribe Chief.

The four clan leaders of the Insect People, Orcs, Undead, and Plant People watched silently without saying a word, as if everything about the Celestial People had nothing to do with them.

After the leader of the robot tribe sucked all the celestial beings into his diamond-shaped crystal, he waved his hand again, and the diamond-shaped crystal rushed into the chaos and soon disappeared.

The Undead Clan leader, who was wrapped in gorgeous battle armor, said, "Now that these burdens have been dealt with, let's go meet the human saint. I never thought that after so many tens of thousands of years, there would still be such a genius among the descendants of the ancient human race. It really fulfilled their old saying - the disciple surpasses the master. I really envy the talent and luck of the human race. Now I am even more eager for the corpse of this human saint."

After the Undead Clan leader finished his sigh, he disappeared directly into this chaotic space. The figures of the other four clan leaders also disappeared almost at the same time.

Outside the prehistoric world, Wang Yan stood in the chaos, with the patriarch of the Celestial Race still hanging on the God-killing Spear in his hand. From the faint soul fluctuations emanating from his body, it can be found that the patriarch of the Celestial Race was not dead, but still retained his last breath. With Wang Yan's deliberate restraint, the murderous intent of the God-killing Spear was restricted, and did not impact the soul of the patriarch of the Celestial Race.

The chief of the Tianren tribe, whose life and death depended on Wang Yan in a moment, seemed to have given up resistance. He closed his eyes tightly and did not move. Except for the faint fluctuations of his soul, his body was no different from that of a dead person.

Wang Yan stood with his head held high in the chaos, also motionless. Behind him was a huge primitive world that seemed to be wrapped in colorful bubbles. The primitive world that had just experienced a catastrophe had now officially entered the third stage of civilization advancement. At this moment, it was like a newborn baby full of infinite future, beautiful but very fragile. It still needed time to develop, and during this period of development, someone needed to protect it.

Wang Yan did not have to wait long. Soon in the chaotic world opposite Wang Yan, the chaotic turbulence suddenly became turbulent. Then, five figures emitting terrifying saintly auras almost simultaneously broke away from the chaotic turbulence and appeared there.

Carefully sensing the breath of the five alien tribe leaders opposite, Wang Yan's heart trembled. The aura exuded by these five saints was even more powerful than he expected. Wang Yan couldn't help but sigh that this was the foundation of the eight alien tribes. At this moment, he was extremely grateful for his previous decisiveness. After his strength was restored, he immediately took action and eliminated two and a half alien tribes. As for why there was half, it was because the leader of the Celestial Tribe had not died yet and was holding on to his last breath. Wang Yan could only count that he had eliminated half of the Celestial Tribe.

Although Wang Yan was afraid of the five alien saints, he showed no fear. Seeing the five saints approaching, Wang Yan raised the God-killing Spear. The body of the Celestial Clan leader was still hanging on the tip of the spear. Wang Yan looked coldly at the five clan leaders who were gradually approaching through the void, and said sternly with his spiritual sense: "Stop!"

Following Wang Yan's movement, the chief of the Celestial Clan who was hung on the God-killing Spear was moved, which affected his wound and caused him to let out a shrill scream.

Among the cultivators present, only the patriarch of the Celestial Beings was a semi-saint, the others were all saints. The collision of the powerful aura of the saints made the patriarch of the Celestial Beings' senses infinitely magnified, and he used all his energy to maintain his self. Wang Yan's sudden action made the patriarch of the Celestial Beings feel that his originally weak soul was hit hard again. The pain in his body and soul made him howl in pain.

"Wang Yan, put down the patriarch of the Celestial Tribe, and then cut off your own cultivation. We will allow your human race to reproduce in the small world. Otherwise, what awaits you is the joint suppression of our five saints of the alien race. At that time, the human race will surely be directly exterminated." The patriarch of the Insect Tribe hissed, and the tentacles on his forehead kept trembling with his voice.

After hearing this, Wang Yan raised his head and laughed, his laughter echoing in this space: "Do you think I will be afraid of you just because you have more people? Since I dare to stand here today, I have never thought of retreating. The human race has come to this day step by step from obscurity. Which step is easy? Today I say that even if you join forces, I am not afraid, but if you hold a few people to hold me back and let other saints go to the prehistoric world to target the human race, I can tell you clearly that if you do this, I am indeed not sure that I can save the prehistoric world and the human race, but I am not a pedantic person, I can also copy your methods, you better be sure that you can protect your own people and the world."

After saying that, Wang Yan tightly gripped the God-killing Spear, and the light on the spear became brighter. The patriarch of the Celestial Tribe was like a person who was punished with electric shock. No matter how determined his will was, he couldn't help but howl there. Wang Yan's words just now and the fact that he ignored the threats of the Insect Tribe leader and tortured him wantonly showed that Wang Yan was not afraid of them.

The five alien tribe leaders looked at each other and saw murderous intent in each other's eyes. At this moment, the weak voice of the Celestial Tribe leader rang out: "Chongmu, Manchu, Zang, Wanwanmu, Zhi, don't think about quickly destroying the human race. The human race saint has set a trap here. The moment you appear, it means that you have entered his plan." Hearing this, the alien tribe leaders' expressions tightened.

Wang Yan was not at all panicked when he saw that his arrangement was exposed by the chief of the Celestial Tribe, because this was exactly what he had planned. He wanted the chief of the Celestial Tribe to tell this information to the five saints of the alien race who would almost certainly come after him. After all, it would be easier to bargain with his opponents if they knew some trump cards.

The development of things was all within his expectations. Wang Yan was in a good mood and even in the mood to tease. He looked at the five alien saints and said with a smile, "Let me guess. The name just mentioned by the chief of the Tianren tribe should be your names. The name Chongmu is so distinctive, so he should be the chief of the Insect Man tribe. The name Manchu is so wild, so he must be the chief of the Orc Man tribe. Zang, which is related to life and death, is the chief of the Undead tribe. Wanwanmu is from the Plant Man tribe. The last one, Zhi, can only be from the Mechanical Man tribe."