In this vast ocean of boundless battle intent, Golden Immortals were as numerous as falling hairs, unable to stir even a ripple.
Even Great Luo Golden Immortals were but fleeting waves, incapable of overturning the grand tide of this colossal battlefield.
At this very moment, a hundred Great Shamans of the Wu clan and the twenty-eight domains of Demon Saints and Demon Gods of the Demon race faced each other across the expanse, positioned far behind their respective boundless armies.
The Wu clan’s army began to clash with the Demon race’s beast tide.
"Rumble~~~"
The earth trembled, countless shrieks pierced eardrums, dust and smoke billowed, and flesh and blood flew.
At the central command post of the twenty-eight domains, the Demon God Bai Ze presided, directing the Demon race’s battle.
Qi stood behind Bai Ze with a cold expression, utterly silent. He never interfered with matters of grand strategy and coordination.
Bai Ze's primordial spirit operated at its absolute limit, splitting its consciousness to relay orders to thousands of Demon race tribes, coordinating the ever-changing battlefield, a task that consumed immense mental energy.
Bai Ze’s primordial spirit transmitted an order to the Soul Devouring Demon race within the twenty-eight domains: "Wan Hun Demon Saint, unleash your clan's treasured heirloom!"
At the forefront of the battlefield, a Demon Saint hesitated slightly. He had heard the order from Great Commander Bai Ze, but he replied, "Great Commander, is it not too early to deploy our clan's secret treasure now?"
Bai Ze shook his head, "It is now! If we wait longer, and the two races become deeply entangled in battle, it will only lead to more accidental casualties among the Demon race tribesmen."
This Demon Saint, hearing these words, could only solemnly reply, "Your subordinate respectfully obeys the Commander's command!"
Wan Hun Demon Saint waved his hand and commanded, "Soul Devouring tribesmen, heed my order, deploy the Myriad Souls Formation!"
Below, tens of thousands of Soul Devouring tribesmen instantly stepped forward, holding large and small formation flags, chanting incantations. Mysterious soul lights converged into a vast, eerie blue mist.
Wan Hun Demon Saint coldly declared, "Let your Wu clan witness the terror of my Soul Devouring race."
Within the colossal eerie blue mist, an unseen soul spirit roamed, manipulating the mist to spread towards the Wu clan's formation.
In an instant, all Wu tribesmen enveloped by the mist fell into a stupor, as if their souls had been lost.
The Wu clan possessed no primordial spirits or true spirits, but they did possess consciousness. As long as their consciousness could be muddled, the life and death of the Wu tribesmen could be easily controlled.
This peculiar situation greatly heightened the vigilance of the Wu tribesmen, who hastily retreated from the eerie blue mist.
For a time, within this sector of the Wu-Demon battlefield, the Demon race's army charged forward recklessly, overpowering the Wu clan.
But the good times did not last long. A furious roar echoed, and a Great Shaman coldly shouted, "A mere bunch of petty soul beasts dares to court death!"
With a wave of his hand, he fanned his giant fan, instantly conjuring a thousand layers of malevolent winds that dispelled the mist.
On another part of the battlefield, from within the Demon race's beast tide, over a hundred white figures suddenly surged forth. In an instant, they transformed into colossal forms tens of thousands of feet tall. They were none other than the Heavenly Fox tribe!
As these Heavenly Foxes revealed themselves, they lashed out with their long and thick nine tails, wildly sweeping across the battlefield and swatting aside countless Wu tribesmen.
Moreover, due to the fox clan’s agile movements and sharp claws, all nine tails working in unison, they immediately threw the Wu clan’s formations into disarray.
In the Shebi Shi tribe, hundreds of tribesmen carried out two colossal coffins, each a hundred feet in size. They opened numerous seals, and other Wu tribesmen cautiously retreated. Only two elderly Wu stepped forward, only to be instantly pierced through their bodies by two claws from within the coffins, their very lifeblood instantly drained.
Following this, two figures, one black and one white, shot out of the coffins. Under the guidance of other Wu tribesmen wielding Wu artifacts, they lunged towards the Demon race's beast tide.
The black and white twin corpses were like two vampiric demons. Even the most powerful demon beasts could not withstand their assault; a single fierce bite would drain their essence and lead to their demise.
In the north, a massive banner inscribed with the Wu glyphs of "Xuan Ming" stood atop a towering mountain. Endless ice and snow descended, freezing ten thousand miles. The extreme cold force of the falling snowflakes encased countless demon creatures.
On the southern battlefield, cries of birdsong rang out. Divine birds soared into the sky, unfurling their enormous tail screens. These were Peacock tribesmen, emitting beams of divine light that captured the Wu tribesmen within the Five Elements. Those struck by the five-colored divine light were taken away without any resistance.
On yet another battlefield, towering warriors, engulfed in scorching flames, charged wildly into the Demon race’s torrent, unimpeded, burning countless demons to death.
On a plain, a thunder bead containing terrifying lightning power descended, shaking the earth and killing at least hundreds of thousands of beasts.
A Demon Saint roared in anger and, flipping his hand, unleashed his domain-protecting treasure, a Ten Profound Banner. The banner unfurled in the wind, and ten profound lights swept across the battlefield, furiously reaping the lives of the Wu tribesmen.
In the east, the life-bound trees of the Wu clan transformed into war soldiers, mounting the battlefield like puppets, ferociously attacking. Furthermore, strange spirit trees with various supernatural abilities claimed the lives of countless beasts.
In the southwest, giant pythons, thousands of feet long, slithered and divided the battlefield, devouring countless Wu tribesmen. Their scales were incredibly hard, rendering even the mighty Wu clan unable to break through them for the time being.
At the central battlefield, a Great Power of the Demon race played the Fu Xi Qin. Its exquisite melody spread across the battlefield, causing the minds of countless Wu tribesmen to explode.
Twelve Heavenly Radiance Divine Blades were raised, like twelve terrifying gods of death. Wave after wave of Wu tribesmen fell to the ground, their heads severed.
The Seven Stars Moon-Warding Whip was raised, like seven stars plummeting to earth. Amidst the descent of stars, it swept up and killed an unknown number of Wu tribesmen.
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Numerous Demon race supreme treasures displayed their might, reaping the lives of countless Demon and Wu tribesmen.
Corpse piles reached the heavens, blood dyed the earth crimson, and the sounds of slaughter pierced the firmament.
Countless Wu and Demons, eyes reddened with battle, were invaded by wisps of karmic energy that infiltrated their fortunes, beginning to devour the destinies of both races.
Beneath the earth, Hou Tu watched the Wu and Demon corpses fall, her heart filled with pain yet remaining silent.
She was no longer of the Wu, possessing no stance or reason to intervene and aid the Wu clan.
She wished to preserve her final opportunity, to give the Wu clan a sliver of hope for survival.
In the sky, over three hundred Demon Saints, twelve Demon Gods, and even the Four Imperial Ranks fell into silence.
Even though they knew the conflict between the Wu and Demon races would result in countless casualties, knowing and witnessing it firsthand were two different things, and the scene still filled their hearts with shock and sorrow.
Upon the Jianmu tree, Qing Ling had long since opened his eyes. He watched this slaughter, the heavenly and earthly tribulation repeating itself, akin to the tribulation of the Dragon-Phoenix era, a cyclical pattern of history. How similar this scene was!
Such a battle appeared utterly meaningless and tragically sorrowful in Qing Ling’s eyes, all because of the word "Karmic Tribulation" (Liang Jie).
Qing Ling sighed in his heart. In the past era of Dragon and Phoenix, he had just emerged into the world, powerless to alter the heavens and earth.
Now, he was no longer who he was. He would strive, he would contend with the heavens and earth for a different outcome.
In the Chaos, outside the Wa Huang Palace, the Three Pure Ones gathered once more.
Nu Wa did not utter a single word. She directly shut the gates of the Wa Huang Palace, barring the Three Pure Ones from entering, not allowing them even a single step inside.
Despite the embarrassment, the Three Pure Ones still lingered outside the Wa Huang Palace, enduring the winds of the chaotic tide, awaiting the end of the Wu-Demon era.
Upon Mount Sumeru, Jie Yin ascended beyond the heavens and entered the Chaos.
Zhun Ti, with a smile, arrived after a long journey, stopping beneath the Jianmu tree. He said with a smile, "I trouble you, Daoist Friend. The journey eastward was arduous. I wish to rest for a while in your dojo. May I?"
Upon the Jianmu tree, Qing Ling smiled faintly, "Since Sage has arrived, it is I who have failed to welcome you properly. However, I am still in seclusion and cannot rise to greet you in person. I beg your pardon, Sage!"