Chapter 58: The Great War Begins

  The Wu Zu arranged for some of their people to escape to the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and passed on their divine powers to Hou Yi. Having more or less settled their affairs, they were ready to put up a final fight.

  What about the demon clan? It's not that they didn't try, Emperor Jun used the Hetu Luoshu to calculate his and the demon clan's fate multiple times, all of which were bleak. Emperor Jun was indeed a generation of demon emperors, and he had already planned in his heart, even if there was no way, he would still force his way through, life and death are destined, and one must fight for it.

  Di Jun took a gourd he had seized from the Red Cloud, merged it with the great witch's origin he had collected during his conquest of the Witch Clan, and refined it into an extraordinary treasure, naming it the Beheading Immortal Flying Knife, which he left to his young son for self-protection.

  On that day, Emperor Jun and Taiyi begged for the help of Nüwa. After careful consideration, Nüwa thought that in the future this Golden Crow might become the only prince of the demon clan, or even the nominal leader of the demon clan, which was absolutely indispensable for her control over the demon clan. Therefore, she agreed to this matter and asked Emperor Jun to leave the tenth prince in the Palace of Nüwa.

  Nüwa extracted the primordial spirit of the tenth prince from within the demon's body, which was protected by the essence of the sun and moon. With her high cultivation in the Dao of creation, she used the sacred person to dispel the evil energy. Seeing that the golden crow's body could not be restored, she simply extracted its original source, the sun. She also took out a piece of still earth and combined it with the other, refining a brand new body for the tenth prince. Afterwards, she infused his primordial spirit into it, and after some time, the spirit and body would perfectly harmonize.

  Strictly speaking, the tenth prince Lu Ya is no longer a member of the demon tribe at this time, and has a Dao body similar to that of the human tribe. This is also the reason why many cultivators in Fengshen can't see his depth.

  Emperor Jun knew that no matter what, his son's life was saved, and he put down his worries, preparing for battle with all his might. On this day, Emperor Jun was discussing the deployment of troops with the demon gods when a little demon came to report that the Witch tribe had gathered a large army around Mount Zhuolu, preparing for a great war. Upon hearing this, Emperor Jun summoned the entire demon tribe's army and set out from Heaven to engage in a bloody battle with the Witch tribe.

  The ancestors of the witch tribe gathered the elite of the witch tribe at Mount Buzhou and prepared to attack the Heavenly Court directly from here.

  In the middle of the witch tribe's formation, there was a gigantic blood pool. The blood pool was surrounded by twelve black pillars that were tens of millions of meters tall. Many witches continuously threw captured demons into the blood pool. No matter how powerful these demons were, they seemed to melt like snowflakes in boiling water and quickly turned into a stream of blood, without even having the ability to struggle.

  There were still many Shu tribesmen who captured strange beasts and threw them into the blood pool. The spiritual energy in the bodies of these demons and strange beasts, along with their primordial spirits, was transformed into the purest energy, driving the rotation of the twelve giant pillars. The evil aura of the vast wilderness was stirred up by this formation, and a dark, foggy air current enveloped the entire Shu tribe army. These evil auras would gather together from time to time, transforming into various magical shadows that howled incessantly with ear-piercing shrieks, as if lamenting their unwillingness to submit.

  Hundreds of millions of demons were thrown in, the blood pool was boiling, and the blood of the witch tribe warriors was also boiling. From time to time, the witch tribe soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the sky, with a majestic momentum.

  The witch tribe was extremely well-prepared for the great war, with each witch having strange and mysterious tattoos on their bodies that seemed to hold profound secrets. Each pair of witches had tattoos that could be combined to form a hidden pattern, emitting an aura of mystery and powerful energy. Every team of witches also came equipped with a musical ensemble.

  Some sorcerers wore strange clothes, reciting mysterious lyrics in their mouths, sometimes singing wildly and sometimes beating the war drums beside them to death, under this stimulation, the warriors became more and more excited, and the morale reached a boiling point.

  Closely watching the great war, the hearts of the various saints also secretly felt a chill. This is the ferocity of the Pangu tribe! No wonder they are the greatest worry in the minds of the saints, but this momentum alone can make their opponents tremble with fear.

  The formation of the Wu tribe was completed, and all that could be seen was the dark clouds gathering at the top of Mount Bu Zhou, with thunder and lightning flashing continuously. The appearance of the demon clan was also extremely shocking, as troops of demons flew out from the cloud layer under the leadership of the demon god, taking their positions in an orderly manner. The demon warriors seemed to have transformed into countless stars, arrayed across the sky, gazing down at the mortal world with pride.

  The leading demon god held the Star Flag tightly in his hand, and the power of the stars was drawn to him. These star powers were bestowed upon each of the demon clansmen, and the demon warriors' cries shook the universe.

  The most distinctive feature of the demon clan is that they are numerous, densely packed and covering the sky, making it difficult to count their numbers. It seems as if there is no end to the demon army. After its appearance, Emperor Jun Taizhen, Kunpeng Fu Xi, and the ten great demon saints appeared at the forefront of the army, facing the twelve great ancestral witches from afar.

  Emperor Jiang arrived first and stood before Emperor Jun, the two old opponents seemingly having never met before, carefully sizing each other up. Emperor Jiang had changed from his usual sloppy image, wearing a black robe that exuded an aura of majesty and menace. Emperor Jun still wore his golden imperial robes, majestic and dignified, but with a hint of silver threads at his temples, a reminder of the sorrow he had endured during Xihe's passing, adding a touch of melancholy to his demeanor.

  Di Jiang looked at him for a while before speaking up, "How have you been, Di Jun?"

  Di Jun couldn't help but smile "Alright then, I won't rest in peace until you take out your heart and offer it as a sacrifice to Xi and me."

  "Then you can die with your eyes open, today I will take your life, and next year's today is your anniversary."

  "Big brother, don't bother with these bastards anymore, today we'll take their lives." The speaker was Taiyi. As he spoke, he urged the demon tribe's great army to charge straight at the witch tribe's camp and kill them.

  The various ancestral witches also passed down orders, and the entire witch tribe's formation changed, preparing for battle. The two roaring behemoths finally collided, and the demon tribe relied on its numerical superiority to launch a tidal wave-like offensive.

  The witch tribe drew the evil energy of the earth's veins into each warrior's body, and the witch tribe exerted several times its normal combat effectiveness.

  This kind of battle and the duel between masters are completely different, and the requirements for the warring parties are also different. For example, in a one-on-one battle with a monster, it is not required that your magic power be particularly prominent, as long as everyone can work together to release various ordinary spells, which relies on quantity to win, rather than having too great a requirement for individual strength.

  It can be said that as long as one has not reached the state of Mahāyāna, on the battlefield, not even a ripple can be stirred up; and when one has reached the state of Mahāyāna, it is just a single ripple.

  This kind of battle between masters may never be seen again, and in the future, the Tianjiao will be known as the Wanxian. On this battlefield, it's just a fleeting wave, and with one charge, it will disappear completely. Perhaps only a few disciples at the level of Daluo can temporarily preserve themselves.

  The witches revealed their true forms, ferocious bodies, eerie curses, and the demon tribe died piece by piece. The major demon gods didn't even blink, continuing to urge the army forward. This is the mission of cannon fodder, consuming the witch's combat power is enough. Blood limbs, fragments of magic weapons and armor filled the earth, just the first wave of attack made the sky and earth change color, and the sun and moon lost their light.