Emperor Jiang's appearance also put an end to Donghuang Taiyi's thoughts of killing Hou Yi. However, the proud Taiyi would not let him go so easily.
"Humph! I want to see who can stop me from killing the person I want to kill.”Taiyi's words were not a joke. With the Connate cardinal treasure, the Bell of Chaos, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi's combat strength could be said to be the number one person below the Sage.
Although Emperor Jiang was an Ancestor of Sorcery, he was definitely no match for him in terms of combat power. This was not to diminish their own prestige and boost the morale of others. It was because the Sorcerer Tribe did not have a Primordial Spirit and could not use a Spiritual Treasure. This led to a gap between them.
Of course, it was not that the Sorcerer Tribe did not have the power to fight back. They could control the power of laws. This thing was their treasure. This was also why the Sorcerer Tribe could fight against many with one person and was not at a disadvantage against the huge Demon Tribe.
"What if I'm included?" As soon as Taiyi finished speaking, a gust of wind blew past, and the Ancestor of Wind, Wu Tian Wu, rushed over. Among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, Tian Wu was slightly slower than Emperor Jiang.
If there was only Emperor Jiang, East Emperor Taiyi would have a fifty percent chance of killing Hou Yi. However, with Tian Wu, he knew that he had missed the perfect opportunity to kill Hou Yi.
"Humph!" Donghuang Taiyi was a proud man, so he naturally would not say such words. He stubbornly said,""So what if I have you? No one can stop me from killing people!”With that, he didn't waste any time and charged forward with the Bell of Chaos.
Emperor Jiang and Tian Wu naturally weren't afraid of him. The two of them protected Hou Yi from the left and right. The battle between the three Quasi-Sages could be said to be a battle between heaven and earth, and the sun and moon were dark. A normal attack could flatten a mountain, a skill could cut off a river, and a big move could shatter the void like a mirror.
This made Wang Zhen, who was hiding at the side and peeking, extremely envious. However, even though he was envious, he didn't dare to stay here any longer. He had already resisted the aftershocks of the battle with all his might. When the main forces of the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes arrived, he would definitely be dragged into the battle if he ran a little slower.
It was hard to say how long an intermediate Golden Immortal could survive in the Great Tribulation of the Witchcraft Demons.
While Wang Zhen was running away, a large number of demons and wizards began to gather at the place where East Emperor Taiyi, Emperor Jiang, and Tian Wu were fighting. Donghuang Taiyi, Dijiang, and Tianwu stopped fighting when their own people arrived.
Soon, Emperor Jun arrived with Kunpeng, Fuxi, and other Sages and Demons of the Demon Tribe. Similarly, the other Ancestors of Sorcery also arrived with a group of Senior Sorcerers.
The two sides had experienced another group fight, and in addition to the usual friction, the two races had accumulated a lot of anger.
This time, Emperor Jun had lost another nine sons. The Three-legged Golden Crow Clan had a sparse population. Including him and Taiyi, there were only twelve of them. This time, Hou Yi had killed nine of them directly, so that the Three-legged Golden Crow Clan could return to its original lineage. No matter how shrewd and cultured Emperor Jun was, he could not suppress the killing intent in his heart.
However, as people of status, they naturally couldn't curse like a shrew. Even if they questioned and were angry, they had to appear more imposing.
"Emperor Jiang, hand over Hou Yi." Therefore, Emperor Jun looked at the Ancestors of Sorcery and then at Hou Yi, who was protected by Emperor Jiang, and said coldly.
"What if I say no?" Naturally, Emperor Jiang wasn't frightened. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Emperor Jun coldly.
"Then let's cut the crap. We'll take it personally after we've done it.”
"Hehe, I'm afraid of you!"
They didn't get along well with each other. The two of them said this nonsense just to make themselves feel justified. The two of them had never thought that the two sides would be able to turn hostility into friendship with just a few words.
"Monster race, kill, kill, kill!"
" Shamans, fight, fight, fight!"
After the two of them failed to negotiate, they returned to the formation and raised their right hands at the same time, swinging fiercely at each other.
As the Commander-in-chief of both sides gave the order, tens of billions of disciples of the two clans gathered and rushed forward with deafening killing cries. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and a group of Demon Sages led the way. As top-notch combat forces, their combat strength was the core of this war. As for the others, they were here to die and wave flags and shout.
Donghuang Taiyi had just been stopped by Emperor Jiang and Tian Wu, and he was not happy. He quickly got into the state of mind and took the lead with the Bell of Chaos.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The Bell of Chaos moved without any wind. Sound wave attacks surged out from the Bell of Chaos like the Sorcerer Tribe Formation.
"Little Taiyi, don't be so arrogant!" The Ancestor of Sorcery of Fire, Zhurong, and the Ancestor of Sorcery of Thunder, Qiang Liang, shouted and revealed their bodies of several hundred thousand feet. With a flash of light in their hands, two terrifying nomological powers slashed toward Donghuang Taiyi.
The other Ancestors of Sorcery also found their opponents at once. Emperor Jiang and Tian Wu joined hands and fought with Emperor Jun. Emperor Jun had the Highest Grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure, He Tu and Luo Shu. Even if it was one against two, he was not at a disadvantage. Instead, they were evenly matched.
The Ancestor of Sorcery of Lightning, Xi Zi, went to find Wang Zhen's elder brother, Bai Ze. Both of them were Sage-to-be Cultivators. Because the Ancestor of Sorcery Xi Zi controlled the Law of Lightning, Bai Ze didn't have the Primordial Supreme Treasure, Bell of Chaos, and the Highest Grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure, River Map and Book of Luo, like Emperor Jun and Taiyi. In the face of the overbearing power of the Law, the two of them were equally matched.
Houtu, Gonggong, Xuan Ming, Goumang, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery all found their opponents. There were no other cultivators in the area where the Sage-to-be were fighting, be it in the sky or on the ground, because their destructive power was too great. The Qi force that might have been accidentally leaked could kill a Gold Immortal in an instant.
This made Wang Zhen, who was observing from afar, twitch his eyes. He had never seen a Quasi-Sage fight before. The only time he had seen it was one-sided, so there was no point in referring to it.
However, this battle between the Liches and Demons had made Wang Zhen realize how terrifying a Quasi-Sage was. If Wang Zhen's strength was one, then there were tens of millions of Quasi-Sages. Their combat strength could no longer be compared because they were not on the same level.
Wang Zhen's full-strength attack might only cause ripples in the Primordial Void, but a Quasi-Sage's ordinary attack could tear the Primordial Void apart. Therefore, from Wang Zhen's point of view, these Quasi-Sages were not fighting in the Primordial World, but in the chaotic turbulence. Because the battles were too frequent, the torn void would collapse again before it could heal.
Coupled with the chaotic Qi, the legendary grand opening could be seen everywhere in the core battlefield. Every time the void collapsed, it would trigger countless wind, water, and fire. Then, the clear Qi would rise and the turbid Qi would fall. However, these grand scenes were not stable. The moment they appeared, they would be destroyed. They would either be extinguished by the chaotic Qi or the aftershock of the battle.
The center of the battlefield belonged to the Ancestors of Sorcery and Demon Saints. Further away was the battle site of the Grand Sorcerers and Demon Gods. The Wizard Tribe's Great Wizard Hou Yi was injured and was currently recuperating behind the formation. Kuafu, the other Great Wizard, was killed by ten baby Gold Crows. However, the combat power of the Sorcerer Tribe's Senior Sorcerers was so strong that even if they lost two of their generals, they would still be able to deal with them.
Compared to the core battlefield, the outermost ordinary battlefield was more suitable to be called a meat grinder. This was because from the beginning of the battle, the number of cultivators who died every second was counted in the tens of thousands.
As time went by, the battlefield at the periphery continued to expand, and the area affected was getting larger and larger. More and more people from the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes were affected.
Even Wang Zhen, a bystander, had killed several waves of cultivators from the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes. There was no other way. As a person without any status, he would naturally be targeted by both sides.
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