Yang Fan's voice grew louder and louder.
"Resources must be fought for!"
"The future must be forged by our own hands!"
"Today, defeating the Alien Race gods will win us countless resources and countless opportunities!"
"We will have a wider world."
"We will have more cultivation resources."
"Our civilization will keep evolving through war!"
"So..."
Yang Fan paused briefly, then his voice thundered through heaven and earth.
"Fight for the Divine Kingdom!"
"Fight for our civilization!"
"Fight for the future that belongs to us!"
"Let those Alien Race gods know!"
"My Divine Kingdom cannot be violated!"
"My believers will never retreat!"
Boom!
As Yang Fan's words fell, the ten billion believers below erupted into earth-shaking cheers.
"Fight for the Divine Kingdom!"
"Fight for our god!"
"Fight for the future!"
Countless voices converged into a terrifying wave of sound.
The entire Divine Kingdom trembled at that moment.
Seeing this, Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction.
The ten-billion-strong army was now ready for war.
Yang Fan slowly turned around.
The next instant, he appeared high above the Divine Kingdom, his towering figure seeming to stand at the center of heaven and earth.
He slowly spread his arms and willed it.
A Transmission Channel connecting to an unknown space instantly opened in the void.
"Fight!"
"My believers!"
"Let the Alien Race gods feel the wrath of our Divine Kingdom!"
As his voice fell, Yang Fan swept his hand.
In an instant.
Countless spatial rifts appeared at once.
"Warriors!"
"Charge!"
Yang Da's voice rang out immediately afterward.
The next instant, countless believers surged madly into the spatial Transmission Channel like a tide.
From afar, the densely packed figures looked like an endless swarm of ants advancing toward another world.
Cultivation civilization, Martial Cultivation civilization, Elvenkind, and mechanical civilization.
The four systems formed battle formations