The blazing sunlight could not penetrate the thick smoke on the desolate land.
The war between the Lich and Demon was probably more destructive to the Primordial World than the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation!
The Buzhou Mountain pierced through the thick smoke and fire, piercing through the clouds. However, there were more than just the sun and the moon above the clouds.
At this moment, the stars in the sky released a blazing light. They faintly combined and surrounded the Yin and Yang, forming an endless array.
There were two figures standing on the Sun Star. One of them wore an imperial crown, had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and had a dignified and handsome face. Purple qi lingered in front of his forehead. He was wearing a bright yellow imperial robe, and an invisible imperial aura was spreading out.
Beside him stood a red-faced man who looked about the same age as him. His long hair draped over his shoulders, and there seemed to be a sun star hanging in front of his forehead. It was extremely eye-piercing, but it could not hide the piercing brilliance that shot out from his eyes! He was wearing a fiery red robe.
These two were the supreme beings of the Demon Tribe, the Heavenly Emperor, Dijun, and the Eastern Emperor, Taiyi!
Their eyes shone with a dazzling light as they watched the battle between the Sorcerer and Demon on the desolate land under their feet.
Behind the two of them stood a person with a white face and long beard. His eyes were as deep as the sea and his eyes were as bright as the stars. Standing behind the emperor, his demeanor was not inferior to the two of them at all. Behind him, layers of array flags fluttered in the wind and made flapping sounds!
Hundreds of millions of liches and demons were fighting on the ground. The demons were using Buzhou Mountain and the stars in the sky as their rear formation. Behind the demon race stood eleven Ancestors of Sorcery, each of them in different shapes and sizes, but each of them was extremely valiant. Although the last one had a weaker aura, his fighting spirit was as strong as the other Ancestors of Sorcery. This person was Xing Tian, who had fused with the blood essence left behind by Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu!
When the twelve of them stood together, the overbearing aura of the Sorcerer Tribe caused the sky and earth to change color.
"Brothers! The Demon Clan kid bullied us too much. He plotted to kill Kuafu and Hou Yi. He killed countless Wu Clan kids. Today, we will settle the score with Emperor Jun!”
The person who spoke had a fiery face and red eyes. His red hair stood on the back of his head like flames, rising and falling like a ball of fire. There was a twisting fire snake in each of his ears, spitting out wisps of fire. He held a fiery red halberd in his hand. It was Zhu Rong, the Grand Wizard of the Fire God Tribe of the Sorcerer Tribe.
When everyone heard Zhurong's words, they clamored one after another. They wanted to compete with the Demon Race. They definitely could not let the Demon Race children underestimate the Sorcerer Race heroes.
At this moment, one of the blue-faced men had water-blue eyes that were as clear as the sky after a rain. He was covered in black scales, and he was standing on a pair of black dragons. There was a green python wrapped around his shoulder, and he held a trident in his hand. He was the Ancestor of Water, Gonggong.
Gong Gong said," Back then, when Sister Houtu transformed into the Six Paths, she said that this tribulation will be led by the witch and demon, and the two races will prosper for billions of years. However, this tribulation will also be led by the witch and demon! Sister Houtu said that we should take a step back and talk about it after this calamity…"
Before Gong Gong finished his words, a gray-faced man with a pair of wings on his back, Dijiang, who was wearing red scales, said angrily,""Shut up! Our Wu Clan only have heroes who can die standing, not cowards who can live kneeling. Brother Gong Gong, if you're scared, you can take your brothers and leave. We would rather die than let the monster race take even half a step!”
"You!" Gong Gong's eyes were burning with fire. Emperor Jiang clearly regarded him as a villain who was afraid of death! Gonggong waved his trident and said," You all know my temperament. If I was afraid of death, I would have died long ago. Don't you remember what happened in the Ancestral Magus Palace?" Sister Houtu's body has disappeared, and she has transformed into reincarnation. She said that she wants to seek a chance of survival for us! We aren't like the demons. We have a Saint who can suppress the fate of the demon race. Sister Houtu's words are still ringing in my ears. Are we going to let sister Houtu die in vain?”
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had lived together for hundreds of millions of years and had a deep relationship with each other. Houtu was the only woman among them and was loved by her brothers. She was also the most kind-hearted. Thinking of the various reasons in the past, everyone was silent for a moment.
At this moment, Fire God Zhurong pointed his halberd at the sky and said angrily,""Damn Tongtian brat, he bewitched sister Houtu into reincarnation! Otherwise, how could we siblings never see each other again!”
At this moment, a Great Wizard walked over from the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. Gonggong, the Water God, saw that it was Hou Zhen, the Great Wizard of the Yellow Dragon Tribe in Houtu. Hou Zhen came to the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and knelt down. He took out a letter from his bosom and said,"" Ancestors, before Ancestor Houtu transformed into the Six Paths, he said that if there was a battle between the Wu Tribe and the Demon Tribe, he would hand this letter to all of you. If there was no life-and-death battle, he would never be able to take it out. I just remembered this and returned to the tribe to take out the letter.”
The crowd gathered around the head of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, the Ancestor of Sorcery of Gold, Rushou. The Ancestor of Sorcery of Gold opened the letter and saw that it was written in the runes unique to the Sorcerer Tribe:
Brothers, bow down. I'll stand guard for you! Our Wu Clan is the orthodox Pangu Clan. Our Father created all things in the world, which is an unprecedented great merit. How can it not be tolerated by heaven and earth? He gave birth to us siblings and the Three Pure Sages! However, we don't respect heaven and earth and only respect Father God. We are ultimately different from the Three Pure Ones!
"If we have to fight against the demons, this battle will be extremely dangerous. It's a pity that I can't fight alongside you brothers!
However, we are the descendants of Father Pangu, so we definitely can't tarnish the name of Father. If we want to fight, we'll fight him to our heart's content! However, he couldn't sever the Father's bloodline for this.
……
Although the human tribes under the banner of our tribes are weak, many of them have intermarriage with the Wu Tribe. Their combat strength is not as good as the Wu Tribe's bloodline, so they don't have to participate in the battle between the Wu Tribe and the Demon Tribe. This way, even if something happens to us, we can still use the hands of the human race to continue the bloodline of the Father, so that the bloodline of the Father will not be cut off in our hands.
Brothers, I wish you all the best!
When everyone read the letter left behind by Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu, they felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts. The ominous meaning in the letter was very strong. They did not know what Houtu saw when she transformed into reincarnation.
At this moment, Gonggong Water God laughed out loud and said,""Sister Houtu is usually pure and innocent. I didn't expect that she would actually teach my brother a lesson here! It's just that we've underestimated Sister Houtu's heroic spirit!”
Hearing Gonggong's words, everyone couldn't help but smile. The thunder ancestor, Qiang Liang, who was wearing tiger stripes, said with a smile,"However, what Sister Houtu said in her letter makes sense. The battle between the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes has nothing to do with the Human Tribe. The abilities of the mixed-blood Sorcerer and Demon Tribes are not as good as our Sorcerer Tribe.”
When everyone heard what Ancestor of Sorcery Qiang Liang said, they tacitly agreed to this matter. Everyone knew that even if there were any mishaps in this battle, this could be considered as leaving a trace of bloodline for the Sorcerer Tribe in case of any mishaps!
At this moment, Fire God Zhurong waved his halberd and said,""Brothers, Sister Houtu is looking at us. We can't let Sister Houtu underestimate us.”
After saying that, he turned around and shouted at the Fire God Tribe's Wizard Tribe warriors,""Listen up, children! Let the little demons see the blood of our Shaman children! Charge!"
After saying that, he held the Fire God Halberd and rushed toward the demon battle formation at the foot of Mount Buzhou!
In the sky, on the top of Buzhou Mountain, there were more than ten figures behind Taiyi and Emperor Jun. They were men and women, each of them heroic and powerful. Several of them stood behind Fuxi, neither too far nor too close. They belonged to two different camps from the people behind Emperor Jun Taiyi.
Emperor Jun looked back at the Demon Commanders and Demon Generals behind him, then cupped his hands and said to them,""If half of the Shamans on the other side attack, immediately set up the Heavenly Cycle Stars Formation. You are all pillars of the Heavenly Court. We have trained our troops for thousands of days to use them today.”
The demon commanders and demon generals bowed and cupped their hands in unison."I'm willing to shed the last drop of blood for His Majesty!”
The people behind Fuxi were led by Shang Yang and Bai Ze. Both of them looked like immortals. Shang Yang looked as if he had not woken up yet. From time to time, he would glance at the hundreds of millions of warriors of the Voodoo Race. The light in his eyes betrayed his shrewdness.
Bai Ze was well-informed and knew everything. He often waved a banana fan in his hand, which was decorated with all kinds of gems. It seemed out of place with his simple clothes.
They were the masters of the Demon Tribe under Goddess Nvywa. Fuxi, Goddess Nvywa's brother, could not stand Emperor Jun's kind invitation to help Emperor Jun perfect the Celestial Star Formation of the Demon Tribe's Heavenly Court. To show his respect for Goddess Nvywa and to know Shang Yang and Bai Ze's abilities, Emperor Jun wanted to win them over, so he gave them the title of Demon Commanders of the Heavenly Court.
In any case, the two of them were commanding the demons under the banner of Saint Nuwa. They were just obedient! The Sage was also a human. With Nüwa's elder brother standing by his side, he was not afraid that Nüwa would not make a move at the critical moment!
Looking at Shang Yang, Bai Ze, and the other demon generals behind Fuxi, it seemed that his thoughts were not wrong!
Although Shang Yang and Bai Ze usually did not care much about Emperor Jun, they had to admit that they were the most powerful people below the Sage. The bearing of the Supreme Emperor made them admire him secretly.
"Yes!"
Donghuang Taiyi had been watching the battlefield below. He was surprised to see a hundred-feet-tall man with Nine True Flames burning all over his body, waving a fiery-red halberd and leading a group of Wu Tribe warriors to charge at the Demon Tribe's main formation.
The reason why Taiyi was surprised was that he knew who this person was. Among the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery of the Sorcerer Tribe, the Metal Ancestor of Sorcery, Rushou, was the leader. The twelve of them had their own strengths and were proficient in each other. However, in terms of combat strength, the Water and Fire Ancestor of Sorcery, Gonggong Zhurong, was definitely the best among them. Even he might not be able to win easily against these two. The Sorcerer Tribe did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit and focused on the body. Although they were at a lower level in terms of cultivation, the Great Dao was extremely simple. In the end, it was inevitable that they would end up with the same goal. Tai Yi definitely did not dare to underestimate the Wizard Tribe's Ancestor of Sorcery!
Until today, Taiyi still had not decided to fight the Wu Tribe to the death. Taiyi knew that it was foolish to kill a thousand enemies and harm himself. However, the recent events were full of oddities. Emperor Jun had lost his usual calm because of his son's tragic death. Even he himself had become murderous because of his nephews 'tragic death...
And the deaths of Hou Yi and Kuafu, who were the most powerful of the Wu Tribe, were directly related to the Demon Tribe. It seemed that this battle was inevitable, whether he wanted it or not.
Seeing Zhurong waving its halberd and charging into the demon camp, Taiyi waved his hand and several figures rushed out of the palace below and pounced at Zhurong!
An expert at Zhurong's level had too much of an impact on the battlefield. Only the top experts of the demon race could withstand it.
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