After signing in for 10 years, my guardian spirit identity was exposed

Ye Chen and Su Wan'er returned to the shore after playing in the water.

At this time, Su Wan'er didn't feel tired, but was full of energy. After 20 years, her passion remained the same.

Ye Chen got up and said, "Honey, I have to go outside for a walk."

Su Wan'er curled her lips and said, "No, you have to stay with me for a few days first, dealing with those crap things every day is annoying me to death!"

Ye Chen naturally knew Su Wan'er's hard work, and he felt comfortable being a hands-off shopkeeper.

The two stayed in this barren space for a month, traveled to many places, and did many exciting things.

The ancient pavilions in the mountains, the extreme ice and snow, and the scorching desert have all become the battlefields of the two.

A month later, Ye Chen left.

What he said about going out for a walk is definitely not just a walk. There is no way to break through to the Saint King Realm in seclusion, so now she can only go out and walk in the world to find her own way.

Su Wan'er looked at the distant figure from the top of the city, and couldn't help shouting: "Honey, come back earlier!"

Ye Chen turned around and bowed far away.

Su Wan'er still chose to stay in Tiancheng and help Ye Chen look after the big human race.

Ye Chen was very glad that he had married such a wife, and this obeisance was his gratitude.

Su Wan'er returned to Tiancheng, and what happened next really made her a little anxious.

The seventeen big clans joined forces to counterattack, and the human race began to retreat steadily.

The battle reports of the frontline troops came, almost all of them were defeated.

The seventeen ethnic groups not only have a lot of saints and strong people, but also a lot of great saint-level powerhouses. In this way, except for those armies with great saint-levels, almost all other armies have suffered disastrous defeats.

Even Sheng Yaoba and Du Lang were defeated. They met the strongest members of the Golden Winged Peng Clan and the Zhu Yan Clan.

This has nothing to do with tactics or anything else, it's all about strength crushing.

Su Wan'er was not in a hurry, but just let the army shrink across the board, fighting and retreating.

Now Ye Chen needs time, and so does the human race. If he goes head-to-head with these big clans on the front line, it will only increase casualties.

At this time, in Huotian City on the front line, the holy demon looked into the distance unwillingly.

They rarely fail and have been unstoppable over the years.

But today, they were defeated, and there was no way to take revenge. They could only retreat with the army. Now they have no way to fight these big clans.

Du Lang is not only in charge of attacking, but he also arranges and dispatches the entire front. He clearly knows what the human race is facing now.

"Withdraw!"

Du Lang gave an order, and the human army began to evacuate from Huotian City, because the golden-winged rocs would kill them in no more than two days.

This Huotian City was completely helpless, and it was not suitable for defense at all. If they stayed here, they could only be made dumplings by the Golden Winged Roc and Zhu Yan's clan, and the entire army would definitely be wiped out in the end.

The holy demon retorted unwillingly: "Has the situation become so severe now? Is there any good solution?"

Du Lang shook his head, "Duanlang City can still defend for a while."

The holy demon sighed helplessly, the current situation is so aggrieved, he can only give up some unnecessary cities.

At this time, the territory of the human race has begun to shrink under the joint attack of the seventeen clans, and the achievements of the 20-year Southern Expedition and Northern War are slowly disappearing.

Du Lang looked at the map and spurted out a mouthful of blood. All these years of hard work were in vain.

In the past ten years, the territory of the human race has shrunk by half, and the entire human race is full of grief and anger.

At this time, we have arrived at the Great Wall defense line, which was built after the coalition forces of the Seventeen Clans began to attack the human race. Ten years ago, Du Lang had already regarded this place as the last line of defense for the human race, and now he has finally come to this point.

Retiring here is already the maximum that Du Lang can tolerate. At this time, Du Lang only sent two words to Tiancheng: "Please fight!"

After Su Wan'er saw it, she hesitated for a moment, and then wrote the word "quasi".

Seeing this word, both Sheng Yaoba and Du Lang cheered up, no matter what the result was, they could finally fight and let out a sigh of relief.

At the beginning of the war, Du Lang began to integrate the armies of the Quartet, preparing for a decisive battle.

These strong men of the human race had already convinced Du Lang for so many years, and they came very quickly.

Outside, the Golden Winged Roc Clan and the Zhu Yan Clan also began to integrate the Seventeen Clans' coalition forces. Both sides knew that this would be the final battle, and whoever lost meant that the other side would be disabled, and then they would be able to advance straight into their territory.

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the golden-winged roc and said: "The human race is going to jump the wall in a hurry, but can they really withstand my royal army? It's ridiculous!"

At this time, the strong man of the Zhu Yan clan sneered, and said with disdain: "The human race is so unbearable today, but they still want to resist, it is indeed very ridiculous!"

The great victories of the Seventeen Clan army in the past ten years have doubled their confidence, and at the same time they have become more and more disdainful of the human race.

At this time, the human race was sad and indignant, standing on the Great Wall.

Du Lang, Sheng Yaobo, and the three other human races are all great saint-level powerhouses, and they stared gloomyly at the provocative general below.

"Du Lang, Holy Demon Refutation, you are also monster races, you should surrender now! You can only be wiped out with the human race!"

The holy demon said in a deep voice: "Back then, we should have directly wiped out this young man of the Qianxiao clan!"

Du Lang said in a deep voice: "It's not too late to kill them now."

After speaking, Du Lang directly mobilized the psychic cannon to start bombarding.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a sound of violent bombardment, and the psychic cannons were fired, and the army of the Qianxiao tribe who was leading the battle was bombarded into disarray.

These are more than 200 spiritual cannons, who can withstand them!

Seeing this scene, the King of Golden Winged Roc was furious, "It is this thing that makes the people invincible, so we must keep it strictly in the future!"

"Our Zhu Yan clan needs thirty schools, not many!" King Zhu Yan said disdainfully.

Before the war started, they began to think about dividing up the spoils, and what they thought in their hearts was embarrassing.

At this moment, a chill flashed in Du Lang's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Then, let's fight!"

The psychic cannon turned around and aimed directly at the coalition of the [-] clans farther away. They were strong, and Du Lang and the human race were even stronger.

"Boom boom boom!"

The psychic cannons were fired, and the sky and the earth were filled with this violent and scorching spiritual energy, and all directions were overwhelmed by this terrifying energy.

At this time, Du Lang's eyes were full of chills, and he was very worried about the future of the human race, but he was already psychologically prepared for the current battle.

Saint-level powerhouses of the Golden-winged Roc clan rushed to the sky, turning into Golden-winged Rocs one by one, their golden feathers shining brightly in the sun.

These rocs combined to form an iron wall, which even the psychic cannon couldn't break through.