Chapter 189 Slaughtering the Witches
Hou Yi shed his blood on the moon, but to die at the hands of the one he loved most, he could say he had no regrets.
Xihe and Changxi pulverized Houyi's bones and scattered them to the winds, finally venting their resentment. On the other side, Fuxi and Kunpeng led their demon soldiers to block the Wu tribe's reinforcements halfway.
Houtu was extremely anxious. She suddenly looked up at the Moon and saw that the bright Moon had turned into a blood moon. "Hou Yi..."
"You killed Hou Yi," Hou Tu was heartbroken. Hou Yi was a rare wise and responsible great shaman of their Wu tribe, the leader of the younger generation. It was such a waste that he died like this.
"Charge! Fight the demons to avenge Hou Yi!" The young high priests who came out to rescue Hou Yi were furious at his tragic death.
Blood stained the battlefield as a demon soldier of mediocre cultivation wielded a black sword, slaughtering the witch clan as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, successfully attracting the attention of Fuxi and Kunpeng.
Hiding in the shadows, Yang Mei, with a demonic aura swirling between his brows, watched this scene with satisfaction. Although the sword he had forged was not particularly powerful, if the demon race truly used this method to forge a demon sword, it could sever the demon race's destiny.
He raised his eyebrows and laughed heartily. The more the two tribes quarreled, the more he could take advantage of the chaos. What was his would eventually be his.
Once the demon race loses Nuwa's support, their confrontation with the witch race will only result in mutual destruction.
Deeply influenced by Rahu's demonic energy, Yangmei had lost her senses and could no longer distinguish whether what she did was her own will or Rahu's secret guidance.
Luo Hou, who kept his merits and fame hidden, leaned comfortably against the tree trunk that had grown back in the Demon Realm. Once the Demon Court's fortune dissipated and the Demon Court collapsed, the Heavenly Dao would not be far from coming to a standstill. How long could the Heavenly Dao Saints hold on?
Hongjun, your good days are over. Let's settle the score when he gets out. Oh, and that golden light ruined a lot of his plans. Should we kill him or take him back to the Demon Realm?
Luo Hou stroked his chin. He had given the demon race a method to restrain Pangu's true form, and there was also Nuwa, the Heavenly Dao Saint. What contingency plan should he give the witch race to ensure that the witch and demon races would both suffer heavy losses, resulting in an astonishing outcome that would terrify Hongjun...
The demon race repelled the witch race and killed many great witches in one fell swoop. They also performed a blood sacrifice on Hou Yi, who shot and killed the prince, thus wiping away their previous shame and greatly boosting their morale.
The sword that had rendered such a great service was delivered to Di Jun by Fuxi and Kunpeng.
"Is this the unassuming sword that can easily pierce through the physical defenses of a Great Witch?" Di Jun asked in surprise. He picked up the lacquered sword, which looked like an inconspicuous magical treasure. There was even a nick in the sword, and it didn't seem to have any outstanding features. However, the aura emanating from the sword made Di Jun frown uncomfortably.
“Fuxi and I saw it with our own eyes,” Kunpeng stared at the sword with a solemn expression. “I also tried it in my hand and left a tiny bloodstain on Houtu.”
"Oh?" Di Jun then took it seriously. "Even the defenses of the Ancestral Witches couldn't stop it. What if it were Pangu's true form?"
“It was already difficult to use it on the Ancestral Witch,” Kunpeng recalled the feeling when he fought Houtu, only making a small cut on Houtu. “The nick on this sword is from when I hurt Houtu.”
Di Jun tossed the sword back onto the table. What troubled him now was the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. Even the Ancestral Witches couldn't counter this sword, so it was useless to him.
"Alright, if it's beneficial for the mid-level demon soldiers and generals to deal with the great witch of the witch clan, go down and find out how to refine it, open the warehouse, and equip them with it. It can also reduce the casualties of the demon clan." Di Jun didn't take it seriously.
Fuxi and Kunpeng were ordered to question the demon soldier. When they learned from the demon soldier how to refine it, Fuxi was shocked.
Kunpeng stared at Fuxi, "You heard it too, this sword only used ten living souls to have such power, what if it used a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand?"
“But those are human race…” Fuxi said with a look of reluctance.
“Heh,” Kunpeng sneered, “Yes, you can’t bear to do it just because they’re human. Is the victory of the demon race more important, or are a few mere creations more important? As long as they’re not all killed, that’s fine.”
"Even if we kill them all, we can just have Nuwa create another batch. The demon race is the priority, Fuxi, don't be confused." Kunpeng has never taken the human race seriously.
"What you should do is go to Nuwa's palace to persuade the demon race to prioritize its own interests, instead of being so heartless towards the human race here. Your heartlessness towards the human race is cruelty towards the demon race." Kunpeng flicked his sleeves and left, leaving Fuxi standing there.
Fuxi's heart was split in two, with one half occupied by the demon race and the other by the human race.
“Your Majesty,” Kunpeng asked Dijun alone and explained his purpose, “Forging the Slaughtering Witch Sword is imperative. The Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation can shatter stars and is specifically designed to counter the Zhou Tian Star Formation. At this time, the overall situation is of utmost importance, and we must not be soft-hearted.”
Di Jun's expression was cold and stern, his mind filled with the thought that he was unworthy of his position and that disaster was imminent. After a long while, he said, "Goddess Nuwa is the backer of our demon race. If the Zhou Tian Star Array and Taiyi cannot break the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array together, Nuwa will not stand idly by and will definitely step in to help. If we offend Nuwa because of forging the Slaughtering Witch Sword, it will be a loss."
"What if Goddess Nuwa acquiesces?" Kunpeng couldn't help but ask. The method to break the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was right in front of them, so why was Di Jun hesitating?
"Nuwa..." Di Jun pondered alone with his hands behind his back, finding it difficult to decide whether to do it or not.
“If Goddess Nuwa were to take action, the other sages wouldn’t stand idly by either. If the battle for destiny required the sages to personally intervene, everything would be thrown into chaos, and Heaven would never allow it. At that time, would Goddess Nuwa really risk everything to help the demon race?” Kunpeng was skeptical. “I’m afraid not.”
The other sages might be envious of the destiny. Once Nuwa makes a move, the other sages will have a reason to intervene in the struggle for destiny. At that time, the demon race's chances of winning will be even smaller.
Kunpeng's words touched a raw nerve in Dijun's heart. He knew all too well that it was unrealistic to place his hopes on a sage's intervention.
'Dong, dong, dong,' three drumbeats echoed throughout the demon court. Kunpeng's expression changed slightly. 'Your Majesty, a decision must be made when necessary.'
"I was prepared. Let's repel the enemy first..." Di Jun grabbed the crudely made sword, intending to find an opportunity to personally test its power.
Upon seeing that towering figure in the distance, Di Jun gritted his teeth and gave the order to set up the formation. The Zhou Tian Star Formation once again faced off against the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. Di Jun clearly felt that the movements of the Pangu True Body were much more harmonious this time, and he thought that it was not far from being able to control it as if it were his own arm...
This was the most arduous battle Di Jun had ever fought. After the battle, the corpses of the Lich and Demon races were everywhere, and the desolate land was filled with wandering souls with nowhere to go. The pressure on the Blood Sea increased dramatically.
For the first time, Styx realized how terrible it was that the Blood Sea had lost the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, and he almost couldn't help but ask Chang Hao for the Karmic Fire Red Lotus to share the pressure on the Blood Sea.
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