Among the three people, two half-immortal souls were directly beaten to death.

Champlin coughed up blood and flew backwards. He was originally angry, but now his eyes were full of shock.

Zi Chen's body swayed, he was in front of him, and he punched him again.

Champlin shouted and opened the fairy space, but there was no time to resist. Zi Chen's fist hit hard like a heavy hammer. With a thud, Champlin crashed into a building.

There was a banging sound, and Zi Chen lifted Champlin out again, grabbing him with one hand and pounding him with the other fist.

Boom! Boom!...

Huge earthquakes sounded one after another, and countless ripples spread.

Except for the city walls that were knocked down from time to time, there was no other sound in the huge Fu Ling City.

City Lord Chaplin is here, a god-like existence.

The colorless here are slave spirits. Anyone with color can kill a slave spirit with just one word.

But today, a slave spirit grabbed the red city lord and beat him violently, and the red city lord was unable to fight back at all.

Doesn’t the color represent noble status?

At this moment, everyone's hearts experienced a strong impact.

Each and every one of them seemed to be under a petrification spell, unable to move at all.

In front of Zi Chen, Chaplin had changed beyond recognition and was dying.

Zi Chen pulled off the opponent's name tag, and the red light was very eye-catching.

He grabbed the badge and looked down at everyone below, "Who can tell me what the use of this crap is?"

No one spoke, and their faith was impacted today.

Buzz!

Light surged, and the red breastplate turned into powder in Zi Chen's hands.

"You use this thing to represent your identity?"

Zi Chen smiled sarcastically, "If you don't have great strength, let alone give you red, even if you become a god, it will be useless!"

He snapped his fingers, and all the blue badges in the entire Fuling City turned into powder and disappeared in the next moment.

"Look at them now, how are they different from you?"

The faces of those who had lost their identity badges changed drastically. Looking at the gazes from all around, they couldn't help but feel a little more fearful.

Then, Zi Chen snapped his fingers again, and all the white badges disappeared.

"What now?"

Everyone in this city has lost their color and become colorless people.

Everyone looked at each other again, and their eyes were different.

Because their identities are the same, what is different is their own realm.

At this moment, some people seemed to have understood Zi Chen's intention.

"Slave spirit?"

"This is a ridiculous title. No one is born a slave."

"You are the Spirit Tribe! Many years ago, the Spirit Tribe was an invincible and powerful tribe that even the gods feared. Even today, the Spirit Tribe is no longer what it used to be, but the powerful talents of the Spirit Tribe are still hidden in your blood.

Among them!"

Zi Chen's voice spread throughout Fuling City, "Color can never represent identity. As long as you are strong enough, it doesn't matter if you are colorless, you can still trample these people under your feet."

Zi Chen mentioned Champlin, "I have no color here, and he represents red. In your eyes, he is aloof and arrogant, but in my eyes, he is just a weak ant!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zi Chen directly twisted Chaplin's neck, wiping out the opponent's vitality.

Zi Chen could have ended this battle quickly, but he chose this method to inspire the spirit clan.

Maybe this method is ridiculous, even a little childish, but Zi Chen wants to try it.

Even if only a few Eldar can be awakened, this will be beneficial.

Zi Chen left. Before leaving, he decomposed the fairy spaces of the three dead people, causing a rich fairy rain to fall in the area.

With the irrigation of the fairy rain, the overall strength of the spirit clan will be greatly improved in the future.

It is even possible that there will be fairy-level beings in the future.

The next scene happened in thirteen cities in succession.
Chapter completed!