Chapter 46

Although Li Wu could not bear to part with them, he had trained them precisely to face the Human Race's crises.

If he hid them away and refused to use them in a time of danger, what would have been the point of training them?

Thinking this, Li Wu gritted his teeth. "The Human Race is in peril. This is the time for you to prove your worth. Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid! To die in battle for the Human Race is our honor!" everyone answered in unison.

Li Wu's blood boiled at their words, and he shouted, "Good! Today, let us fight to our hearts' content!"

"Fight to our hearts' content!"

"Fight to our hearts' content!"

Everyone shouted as one.

Li Wu nodded and immediately gave the order. "Move out!"

With that, he flew out of the cave first, while the rest of the Human Race followed behind him with soaring morale.

Inside Pangu Hall of the Wu Clan.

"I knew Di Jun and Tai Yi would not stay quiet. Now they have launched a massive campaign against the Human Race. They are clearly provoking our Wu Clan!" Zhu Rong roared.

"Exactly! The Demon Clan has gone too far. They have no regard for our Wu Clan at all. The Human Race is our ally; we must teach the Demon Clan a lesson!" Gonggong said angrily.

"Hongjun once said that demons rule the heavens and the Wu rule the earth. Now the Demon Clan has invaded the Great Wilderness Continent in force. They broke the agreement first, so it is only right that we act. Besides, the Human Race's Saint Father, Li Peng, is our brother-in-law. By sentiment and reason alike, we should lend the Human Race a hand," Xuan Ming said.

The ancestral shamans all voiced their agreement, declaring that the Demon Clan should be taught a lesson.

Yet Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin remained silent.

After a moment, Zhu Rong could not help asking, "Big Brother, what should we do? Say something!"

Di Jiang still said nothing, clearly unwilling to rescue the Human Race.

Xuan Ming spoke coldly, "Big Brother, it seems you do not intend to save them. Tell us, what made you reach this decision?"

Hearing the anger in Xuan Ming's voice, Di Jiang sighed helplessly. "Let Zhu Jiuyin explain it to you."

At Di Jiang's words, Zhu Jiuyin sighed softly and said, "Recently, I made some progress in the Time Law. By chance, I entered the River of Time and glimpsed several scenes of the future."

The other ancestral shamans immediately asked curiously, "What did you see?"

Zhu Jiuyin looked around at his brothers and sisters before slowly speaking. "I saw the Demon Clan decline, driven out everywhere by the Human Race."

Zhu Rong burst into laughter. "It seems the Demon Clan will decline in the future!"

"They will definitely fall at our hands!" Gonggong added gruffly.

The other ancestral shamans laughed as well, and the atmosphere grew lively for a time.

Then Xuan Ming asked, "What about our Wu Clan?"

The instant she spoke, Pangu Hall fell utterly silent. One could hear a pin drop.

After a moment, Zhu Jiuyin sighed. "I only saw the Great Wilderness covered with humans. I did not see a single member of the Wu Clan."

The ancestral shamans were all left speechless in shock.

"Could the Wu Clan... have been destroyed?" Xuan Ming asked in disbelief.

The other ancestral shamans also looked toward Zhu Jiuyin, their eyes filled with hope.

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head helplessly. "I am not sure either. As soon as I saw those scenes, I suffered a backlash and was expelled from the River of Time."

The light in the ancestral shamans' eyes immediately dimmed.

Xuan Ming still clung to a sliver of hope. "Then does that mean the Wu Clan might not have been **?"

Zhu Jiuyin pondered before saying, "Perhaps. But the Wu Clan must have declined by that era. Otherwise, we would not have been almost nowhere to be seen in the Great Wilderness."

The ancestral shamans fell silent once more.

Xuan Ming suddenly asked, "Big Brother, is this why you do not want to save the Human Race?"

Di Jiang was silent for a moment before finally nodding.

Xuan Ming also fell silent. Even hearing only of a future where the Wu Clan might be destroyed and humans covered the Great Wilderness made her feel deeply distressed.

In the end, the eleven ancestral shamans silently set aside the proposal to rescue the Human Race.

And Houtu?

She was still on Three Immortal Island and had yet to return.

Di Jun gazed impassively in the direction of the Human Race and asked Bai Ze at his side, "How are the reports from the other nine routes?"

"The other nine routes are proceeding smoothly and have encountered no significant resistance," Bai Ze answered.

"How many humans have we killed?" Di Jun's voice was cold.

"About fifty billion," Bai Ze replied after making a rough estimate.

Di Jun frowned at this. "Why so few?"

"The humans live scattered across the land. The army must split into smaller groups to pursue them, and the Grand Unity Golden Immortals have not yet acted, so progress has been slow," Bai Ze explained.

After a brief pause, Di Jun said, "Have all Grand Unity Golden Immortals and quasi-saints act. The Human Race must be exterminated quickly. If Golden Peng Saint returns, the plan can only be abandoned."

"Yes, I will send the order at once," Bai Ze accepted respectfully.

Within a Human Race tribe,

White Lotus Daoist, dressed in ordinary human clothing, looked at the demon clouds filling the sky and murmured, "This day has finally come... I thought that with the main body and Nuwa present, the Demon Clan would not dare touch the Human Race. Who knew they would still act?"

This man was Li Peng's Self-Corpse—White Lotus Daoist.

He bore Li Peng's attachment to the Human Race. Since the birth of the Human Race, he had hidden nearby, protecting them in secret.

The tribe's alarm bells rang sharply, and Human Race warriors rushed toward the outskirts.

White Lotus Daoist sighed softly. "It seems it is time for me to act."

Before his words faded, light flowed across his body, and he had already returned to his true appearance.

The people were shocked at first sight, then immediately knelt in worship. "Greetings, Saint Father!"

White Lotus Daoist spoke calmly. "I am White Lotus Daoist, the Self-Corpse of Golden Peng Saint."

With a single step, he arrived before the Demon Clan army.

Seeing a Daoist blocking their path, the demons bared savage grins and accelerated, as though fighting over bloody food.

They thought that against the sheer numbers of their army, this man was merely courting death.

White Lotus Daoist shook his head slightly and waved his hand gently.

Streaks of white light flew from his palm toward the demons.

Seeing that the white light appeared harmless, the demons all wore disdainful expressions.

In the blink of an eye, the white light had enveloped several million demons before him.

Within the white light, the demons felt no discomfort whatsoever. Instead, they laughed even more wildly.

White Lotus Daoist spoke softly. "Purification Law, purify all evil in this world."

As his words fell, the demons who had mocked White Lotus Daoist suddenly let out shrill screams, thick black energy pouring from their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, many of those burdened with grave sins were completely purified, leaving not even their souls behind.

Seeing this, White Lotus Daoist muttered to himself, "The Purification Law truly is powerful in the Great Wilderness. So long as one bears Karmic Debt, one cannot escape the fate of purification. After all, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, whose hands have not been stained with blood?"

With that, his figure flashed away toward the next tribe.

At the same time, Daoist Jinlian arrived at a Human Race tribe that was being slaughtered by the Demon Clan.

Witnessing the Human Race's miserable state, Daoist Jinlian was consumed by fury. He immediately used the Dharma Form Heaven and Earth, transforming into a giant tens of millions of zhang tall.

At the sight of this colossal figure, every demon's expression changed.

One demon general recognized Daoist Jinlian's face and cried out, "It is Golden Peng Saint! Run!"

Hearing this, the demons abandoned their slaughter and fled in all directions atop demon clouds.

Daoist Jinlian could not help smiling.

Previously, the demons had been mixed among the humans, and he had feared harming the innocent, making it inconvenient to strike with full force. Now that they had fled the tribe, he had no more reservations.

He slapped down with one palm, slaughtering swathes of demons as easily as swatting flies.

After several hundred consecutive palm strikes, several million demons had been completely wiped out.

The humans in the tribe looked up at Daoist Jinlian's towering figure and terrifying palm strikes, all filled with admiration.

Once it was over, Daoist Jinlian withdrew his Dharma Form Heaven and Earth and told the people of the tribe, "The Demon Clan is launching a massive assault on Human Race tribes. Go quickly to the Human Ancestral Land and take refuge."

With that, he turned and rushed toward the next tribe.

At the same time, Li Wu led the Human Race elites at high speed toward the border.

Before reaching the border, they heard waves of miserable screams coming from a Human Race tribe nearby.

Without hesitation, Li Wu flew over first.

The remaining hundred thousand-plus elite Human Race warriors all accelerated and followed close behind.

In moments, Li Wu arrived above that Human Race tribe.

The moment he arrived, he saw countless demons tearing into and devouring the bodies of Human Race warriors.

Clearly, all the warriors of this tribe had already died.

Li Wu immediately spread out his martial sense toward the direction from which the earlier sounds had come.

The instant his martial sense touched the scene inside, he flew into a rage.

The tribe was piled with the ** of women, children, and elderly people, while numerous demons stood nearby with excited expressions, blood still dripping from their bodies and hands.

Clearly, these demons had just slaughtered every human in the tribe.

"Roar—!"

Li Wu unleashed an earth-shaking ** roar.

In an instant, an invisible sound wave spread in every direction.

Wherever the sound wave reached, within a hundred li, houses, trees, and demons below the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm all turned to ashes.

Li Wu had created this move based on the martial art Lion's Roar, specifically for clearing out lesser foes.

Li Wu's furious roar also drew the attention of Demon Marshal Ji Meng, who was watching the battle from the sky.

"Li Wu, Clan Leader of the Human Race? It seems I must request aid from His Majesty!" Ji Meng muttered in a grave voice.

With that, he separated a wisp of divine sense and sent news of the situation to Di Jun.

Millions of li away, upon receiving the message, Di Jun did not hesitate. Transforming into a long rainbow, he flew straight toward Ji Meng's location.

At the same time, Li Wu also spotted Demon Marshal Ji Meng hovering in the air.

In an instant, Li Wu's aura surged, and his martial sense locked tightly onto Ji Meng.

The next moment, he threw a punch directly at Ji Meng.

A terrifying fist imprint erupted from Li Wu's fist. Every demon in its path exploded and died, their souls utterly destroyed.

Ji Meng's face changed drastically at the approaching fist imprint, and he hurriedly tried to evade.

Yet the punch had completely locked onto him, making him feel as though heaven and earth were vast, yet there was nowhere to flee.

Such a perception was extremely accurate at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level. It was no illusion.

In an instant, despair appeared on Ji Meng's face.

He was merely at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, while Li Wu had long since become a quasi-saint-level powerhouse.

The gap between a Grand Unity Golden Immortal and a quasi-saint was immense. Even a quasi-saint bore the word "saint"; they were absolutely not something a Grand Unity Golden Immortal could contend against.

Of course, those possessing heaven-defying treasures or divine abilities were another matter.

But Ji Meng clearly possessed neither.

Though he knew it would be difficult to withstand the power of this punch, waiting helplessly for death was not Ji Meng's style!

At the critical moment, Ji Meng immediately revealed his true form, instantly transforming into a strange creature with a dragon's head, a human body, bird claws, and feathered arms.

Just as his transformation was complete, the fist imprint had already reached him.

Ji Meng dared not hesitate. He hurriedly raised the Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, the Purple Lightning Spear, and held it horizontally before himself.

Boom—

The deafening blast shook the heavens. Every demon within tens of thousands of meters around Ji Meng was blasted into ashes by the terrifying impact, their souls destroyed.

As the aftershocks gradually faded, a dragon-headed, human-bodied monster covered in blood, both claws severed, emerged from the smoke and entered Li Wu's sight.

Li Wu sneered. "You are not dead yet? Then I will give you another punch."

Before his words ended, he vanished from where he stood.

The next instant, Li Wu suddenly appeared above Ji Meng and smashed a fist heavily toward his head.

Just then, a loud shout rang out. "Stop!"

Li Wu looked back and saw Di Jun speeding toward them from afar.

Hearing the shout, Ji Meng's eyes immediately blazed with wild joy, as though life had returned to him.

Yet that flame of hope was instantly extinguished by Li Wu's icy words:

"Di Jun? You came at the perfect time. I will let you watch your trusted subordinate die by my hand."

As soon as he spoke, his fist descended.

Boom!

Amid the thunderous explosion, Ji Meng's physical body and primordial spirit were blown apart by a single punch. One of the Ten Demon Marshals had fallen, his life and Dao extinguished.

Witnessing this scene, Di Jun's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared, "Li Wu, you are courting death!"

"Courting death? Hahaha—today, we shall see whether you, Di Jun, can kill me!" Li Wu laughed loudly.

At this moment, the Human Race elite force also arrived at the scene.

"Leave Di Jun to me. All of you, kill every demon here!" Li Wu ordered coldly.

With that, his figure flashed as he charged straight at Di Jun.

Seeing Li Wu rushing toward him, Di Jun immediately summoned the River Diagram and Luo Script above his head, while the Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, the Sun Golden Wheel, appeared in his hand.

Once prepared, Di Jun charged forward to meet him.

In an instant, a fierce battle erupted.

On the other side, upon receiving their orders, the Human Race elites immediately launched a fierce attack against the Demon Clan.

The Demon Clan refused to be outdone and rushed forward to fight.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were locked in a chaotic melee.