In the sky, Dao Ancestor Hongjun took a deep look at Emperor Jiang, Xuan Ming, and Houtian. His eyes seemed to have a deep meaning before he spoke.
"The Wu Tribe and the Demon Tribe caused trouble, causing the lives of the people in Untainted Land to be plunged into misery and suffering.
From today onwards, the Demon Clan ruled the heavens and the Sorcerer Clan ruled the earth. No more disputes were allowed!”
"What?!"
Hearing Dao Ancestor Hongjun's words, the Demon Race was still fine. After all, they were already at a disadvantage just now. It was already a good thing that they could guarantee that they would not be destroyed by the Sorcerer Tribe.
However, the Sorcerer Tribe was not optimistic.
If Hongjun had not intervened, the Demon Race might have been destroyed by the Sorcerer Race.
The Sorcerer Tribe had always been straightforward and unconstrained.
Among them, the Grand Wizard of Fire, Zhurong, had a fiery temper.
Even when facing Dao Ancestor Hongjun, he was not timid. He took a step forward and was ready to question Hongjun.
However, before Zhurong could speak, Emperor Jiang stopped it.
"Big brother, why are you stopping me?
What was going on? Why could the Demon Race control half of the Wilderness?
If he had not stopped them, the demons would have been exterminated long ago. At most, they would just fight!”
Zhurong looked furious, its eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Alright, stop talking."
Seeing that Zhurong still had the intention to continue, Emperor Jiang waved his hand and interrupted Zhurong.
Emperor Jiang looked at the corpses of the Voodoo Race on the battlefield.
Even though the Sorcerer Tribe was powerful and he could hold on, if these Sorcerer Tribe men died, they would really die.
Emperor Jiang believed that if he did not obey Hongjun's arrangement, his subordinates would definitely attack Hongjun with him and turn him upside down.
But then?
What could he get?
The final result was nothing more than them all dying in Hongjun's hands.
If he fought to the point where Hongjun was seriously injured, he would not even be able to seriously injure the other party.
The people of the Sorcerer Tribe were not afraid of death, but they could not die for nothing.
Emperor Jiang was not afraid of Hongjun, but he could not let his people die in vain.
"In the end, it's still because I'm not strong enough."
Emperor Jiang looked at Hongjun in the air and thought.
Houtu and Xuan Ming also reacted and understood Emperor Jiang's thoughts. They went forward to stop Zhurong.
"Zhurong, listen to Big Brother.
The war had ended here. The Sorcerer Tribe had suffered many casualties.”
"That's right.
This time, the demons had learned their lesson.
That's all for now. There's still a long way to go. Don't mess around.”
The Ancestral Magi all went forward to persuade Zhurong.
Zhurong had no choice but to obediently retreat and listen to Emperor Jiang's arrangements.
With Hongjun stopping them, the Sorcerer and Demon Race could not continue fighting.
Emperor Jiang looked at Emperor Jun in the distance and snorted. He said nothing else.
"Hmph, I'll let you be complacent for a while longer. When the strength of the Sorcerer Tribe increases and you no longer fear the Saints, it'll be the time for your Demon Tribe to be destroyed.”
With Zhou Yuan around, Emperor Jiang had such confidence.
"Bring the corpses of the Shamans and return to the tribe!”
Emperor Jiang waved his hand, and the Voodoo Race people returned to their tribes without hesitation.
The rest of the demons looked at the departing figures of the Sorcerer Tribe with lingering fear.
In the end, he did not stay any longer.
They had thought that it would be an earth-shattering battle, but it ended so abruptly.
Above the Wilderness, the spectating Almighties saw that the matter had come to an end and were instantly bored.
"I really didn't expect Dao Ancestor Hongjun to actually interfere in this matter.”
" Exactly. If it weren't for Ancestor of Dao Hongjun, the Wu Tribe would have taken control of the entire Untainted Land and become the real protagonist of the world.”
"No one expected this.”
"The Voodoo Race doesn't have a primordial spirit, but they actually have so much power of virtue. I wonder where this virtue comes from.”
Apart from the discussion about this war, the Almighties in Untainted Land were more curious about where the Wu Tribe had obtained so much Merit.
It could be said that if it weren't for the merit points, it was hard to say who would win the battle between the Demon Race and the Sorcerer Race.
On the way, a group of Ancestors of Sorcery led the Sorcerer Tribes of their respective tribes back to their own tribes.
As soon as she returned to the tribe, Houtu hurriedly found Xuan Ming and entrusted the tribe to him.
"Big Sis, the little guy is still with Fellow Daoist Nuwa. Help me take care of him. I'll be back soon.”
Xuan Ming naturally did not dare to be careless since it concerned Zhou Yuan. He immediately nodded in agreement.
In the dojo of Mount Buzhou, Goddess Nvywa smiled and walked to the door of the dojo after sensing Houtu's aura.
"Fellow Daoist Houtu, I knew you would come.”
Nuwa stood in front of the door and looked at Houtu.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist Nuwa. I've troubled you for the past few days.”
Houtu was not in high spirits.
It made sense. The Sorcerer Tribe had just experienced a great battle, and many of them had died.
Houtu was the kind of person who did not like fighting. It would be strange if she was happy.
Goddess Nvywa also knew what Houtu was thinking. She shook her head, not knowing how to comfort her.
"Let's sit down and talk, Fellow Daoist Houtu.”
Houtu nodded and realized that the two of them were still standing outside the dojo after talking for so long.
"Very well. They've been bothering you, Fellow Daoist Nuwa.”
Houtu nodded and walked into the training hall.
In front of the stone table, there was a pile of spiritual fruits in front of the two of them. Zhou Yuan was picking from left to right. He looked at Houtu and then at Nuwa.
The two of them went out for a while, so why did the atmosphere become so low?
Houtu said as soon as she sat down.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, why do you think the Voodoo Tribe and the Demon Tribe are so bloodthirsty and belligerent?
I'm going to help the Wu Tribe this time.
However, I can't bear to see so many living beings die on the battlefield like this.”
Even though she was a member of the Sorcerer Tribe, Houtu still felt upset when she saw so many lives fall.
Nuwa did not know what to say after hearing Houtu's words, so she could only comfort her.
"Fellow Daoist Houtu, this is not something that you and I can decide.
Both the Wu and Demon Tribes had the desire to fight for the Wilderness, and the two tribes were opposing each other.
Time had passed, and conflict was inevitable. Rome was not built in a day.
Fortunately, the Dao Ancestor had set the rules. Perhaps such a thing would not happen again in the future.”
Nuwa consoled.
On the table, Zhou Yuan was eating a spiritual fruit. When he heard Nüwa's words, he rolled his eyes and could not help but complain in his heart.
"That's a good idea. The battle between the Sorcerer Tribe and the Demon Tribe is not something that can be decided by oneself.
The Lich Cultivation Tribulation was the general trend.
From the very beginning, he had planned everything out.
The two races were fighting like a hot kiln. They were looking at each other, but they couldn't fight.
How can this not happen?"
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