The last Golden Crow Prince had already fled far away, and Emperor Jun would arrive soon. For safety, Zhunti and Jieyin did not pursue him, but instead quietly went to the place where the Golden Crow had fallen, hoping to find the Golden Crow Prince's body.
The Golden Crow is a primordial being, born from the essence of the sun, and its corpse is far more precious than that of the Phoenix.
"Senior brother, where are the bodies of the Golden Crow Princes?" However, when they arrived at the place where the Golden Crow Princes had fallen, Zhunti Jieyin was dumbfounded. Apart from a pool of still burning blood, there was no sign of the Golden Crows' bodies.
"Could they not be dead?" Jieyin asked, his face filled with sorrow. But even he himself didn't believe it. They had witnessed the black arrow piercing through the Golden Crow Princes with their own eyes. Under the swift and terrifying black arrow, these Golden Crow Princes could not possibly have survived.
"He's dead." Upon hearing this, Zhunti calculated for a moment, then shook his head, a strange unease creeping into his heart. The black arrows had grazed past him several times before, and now the Golden Crow Prince's body had vanished without a trace, and no one else could be found. It seemed they had been outmaneuvered in their own scheme. Those black arrows were a warning. And where had Yi obtained such a powerful black arrow?
"Since we can't find the body, let's hurry up and leave!" Jieyin said, glancing at the sky before flying away first.
"Alas!" Zhunti sighed and said no more. He flew away. Jieyin's meaning in looking at the sky was very clear. Either the Heavenly Dao or Hongjun had done something.
Di Jun will be arriving soon. Di Jun is the Heavenly Emperor, a figure of equal rank to them. The Great Witch Yi and the Golden Crow Prince cannot detect them, but Di Jun can. If Di Jun sees the two of them here, they will probably offend both the Witch and Demon races to death. At that time, let alone prospering in the West, they will probably be hunted down by the Witch and Demon races throughout the entire prehistoric world.
Although they were destined to be saints by the Heavenly Dao, they were no match for any of them, compared to Donghuang Taiyi with the Eastern Emperor Bell, Dijun with the Mountain and River Map, or the Ancestral Witches with the strength of twelve quasi-saints and special supernatural powers.
"Everything you did was within my expectations." Wang Han remained hidden beside the two, and as they left, he turned on his video recorder at the perfect moment. He not only recorded their departure but also the surrounding environment—the place where the Golden Crow Prince had perished. However, Wang Han's recording lacked one thing: their conversation.
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"It seems he made the move."
In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun, expressionless and devoid of emotion and desire, opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them. Even he couldn't perceive the strange reason behind it all; it must be Wang Han's interference. In the current primordial world, only Wang Han could deceive him and the Heavenly Dao's detection. However, it was precisely because of this that he was certain Wang Han was involved, and the black bow and arrows that had suddenly appeared in the hands of the Great Witch Yi must also belong to Wang Han.
Although he knew Wang Han was involved, he didn't stop him, nor would Heaven. Wang Han was a very special and dangerous being.
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"Father, save me!" On the other side, Lu Ya, the Golden Crow Crown Prince who had been fleeing with all his might, finally saw Di Jun rushing over and cried out in grief.
"My son, do not be afraid, your father is here." Seeing that only Lu Ya had fled back in a sorry state, and the other Golden Crow Crown Princes were nowhere to be seen, Di Jun felt extremely painful and angry. Looking at his last child, he also felt extremely heartbroken.
"Father, my brothers, they all..." Lu Ya said sadly, looking at Di Jun.
"My son, don't say anymore. Your father already knows. Your father will make those damned witches pay for their blood debt in blood," Di Jun said sorrowfully.
"Brother, we've come to your aid. Today, those damned Witch Clan will pay the price!" From behind, Demon Emperor Donghuang Taiyi, Demon Master Kunpeng, and Bai Ze arrived with a group of powerful demons and great demons. Countless more demons followed.
"My son, quickly seek refuge with the Goddess Nuwa. Your father will go avenge your brothers. Once I have avenged them, I will come to fetch you." Seeing Donghuang Taiyi leading the demon army, Dijun said to Lu Ya. After Lu Ya flew towards Nuwa's palace, Dijun led the demon army in a grand procession towards Buzhou Mountain of the Wu tribe.
'It seems that Emperor Jun has already realized the gravity of this great battle!' Indeed, given the current evenly matched power between the Wu and Yao races, the deaths of the Yao princes were both sudden and crucial. Watching Emperor Jun, the Heavenly Emperor, lead the vast Yao army towards Buzhou Mountain, Wang Han, hidden nearby, carefully observed the expressions of Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, and couldn't help but think to himself.
Although Di Jun knew he had been tricked, that a powerful being was plotting against the demon race, this was a blood feud—the murder of his nine sons—that Di Jun was determined to avenge. After his revenge, he would find the one who had schemed against the demon race and grind him to dust. Although the two men came with overwhelming force, they didn't utter any words about annihilating the witch race. In their minds, it was likely just a battle to avenge the death of the Great Witch Yi; they had no intention of a fight to the death. Unfortunately, their schemes were ultimately no match for the schemes of Heaven. The withdrawal of the witch and demon races from the stage of the primordial world, and the rise of the human race, was, in itself, the will of Heaven.
This war will eventually spiral out of control.
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Seeing the countless demons following Di Jun in their attack, Yi, who had been sitting cross-legged on the mountain that Kuafu had transformed into after his death, was already prepared. He picked up his divine bow and arrows and stood up. He had killed nine princes of the demon race, causing the Wu and Yao races to be outmaneuvered in a situation of even strength, leading to a loss of control. He had to face the consequences eventually.
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