The roar of the dragon tore through the sky.
Hu Shu looked up, the clouds were torn open like a curtain, and golden light poured down like dawn. The leading Golden Dragon was a thousand feet long, and every scale was shining with the brilliance of the sun, Dragon Might swept across the battlefield like a tidal wave - it was none other than Yan Zhi. Behind her were dozens of giant dragons in green, white, red and black colors, and Dragon Breath poured down from the sky like a waterfall.
"Boom--!"
Dragon Breath fell into the enemy formation rushing towards the altar, and thousands of Demonic Arhat and Demon Race Remnants were instantly reduced to ashes. The burnt smell mixed with the pungent smell of the demonic energy being purified spread across the battlefield. The elite dragon clan swooped down, its claws tore Demonic Monster Bird's wings, and its tail swept across the enemy troops on the ground. The battlefield situation suddenly changed.
Almost at the same time, smoke billowed from the southern horizon.
The battle flags are like a forest, and the big flag with the word "Shang" fluttering in the wind, reflecting the metallic luster in the sun. Di Xin leads the way, wearing Black Armor, holding a long sword, and the hooves of the war horse under his crotch are flying. Behind him is the neat Shang Army Battle Formation, the sound of armor clashing was like thunder, and the sound of footsteps shook the earth. Although there are only thirty thousand Emergency Legion, they are all elites who have fought in hundreds of battles, and Killing Intent soared to the sky.
Wu Zetian stood in the sky, her white clothes beat the snow, and the power of Human Dao Saint surged out of her body like a tide. The power was warm and vast, carrying the faith and will Human Race had inherited for hundreds of millions of years, turning into a stream of golden light and rushing towards the altar of the ancestral land.
"Town!"
Wu Zetian gave a soft drink and formed a seal with his hands.
The moment the golden stream of light touched the altar, Qi Luck Fire, which had been mostly dimmed, trembled suddenly. The gray-black color in the flames made a "sizzling" corrosion sound like a nemesis, and quickly faded away. The demonic energy wrapped around the tablet began to peel off, and the names of the sages regained their luster. Around the altar, the broken Forbidden Fragment began to slowly reorganize. Although it could not be fully restored, at least a thin golden light film was formed, which temporarily blocked the further erosion of the demonic energy.
Hu Shu's eyes burst into light of hope.
"Kill--!"
He no longer held back, and Invincible Domain unfolded with full force. This time, the field no longer spread evenly, but extended like tentacles, accurately wrapping around those Buddha-Demon Venerable who were at the forefront and the strongest.
The battlefield is divided into three levels.
High in the sky, Yan Zhi led the dragon clan to fight against Demonic Monster Bird. Those monster birds were originally Primordial Species, but after being killed by Devilish Qi Erosion, their size skyrocketed, and Feathers turned into pitch black, with blood-red flames burning in their eyes. They were numerous, covering the sky and the sun, and spitting corrosive poisonous mist from their mouths. Although the dragon clan was strong, their numbers were at a disadvantage.
"Four Seas Dragon Clan obey the order!" Yan Zhi dragon roar shook the sky, "End 'Four Seas Tumbling Formation'!"
Dozens of giant dragons quickly changed their formations, and the four colors of green, white, red and black Dragon Breath were intertwined, turning into a giant net covering the sky. Wherever the giant net passed, Demonic Monster Bird fell like rain, The corpse hit the ground with a dull crashing sound. Dragon Warrior's scales were damaged in the battle, and the dragon's blood dripped, shining like rubies in the sun. The smell of blood was mixed with the unique refreshing breath of the dragon clan.
On the ground, Di Xin led Shang Army to fill the gap in the defense line.
"Shang Army generals!" Di Xin pointed at the sky, "Black Armor rushes into the formation"!
Thirty thousand Shang Army roared in unison, with a sound like thunder. They quickly formed a formation, with heavy armor and shields in the front row, Ge Rulin in the middle row, and all bows and crossbows in the back row. Battle Formation were like moving steel walls, slamming into the tide of enemy troops.
"Bang--!"
At the moment of impact, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Shang Army Battle Formation's impact was too strong, and the enemy troops in the front row were knocked down and crushed like straw. Chang Ge stabbed out, bringing up a bunch of blood flowers; the bows and crossbows fired in volley, and the sound of arrows piercing the air was sharp and ear-piercing. Di Xin took the lead. Soldier, wherever Chang Ge passed, there was no enemy. The Black Armor on his body was stained with blood, some of his own, but more of the enemy's. The war horse neighed, and the horse's hooves trampled the enemy's head, and the brains and blood splashed all over the ground.
But there are too many enemy troops.
Even if some of the hundreds of thousands of troops were purified by Dragon Breath and some were killed by the Hu Shu realm, there were still more than two hundred thousand people. They came like a tide, advancing one after another, piling up the road with corpses. Shang Army Battle Formation began to suffer casualties, heavy armor was torn, soldiers fell, and the land of Shouyang Mountain was dyed red with blood.
At the middle level, Hu Shu and Wu Zetian cooperate to purify the ancestral land.
"Martial Emperor, hold on to the restriction!" Hu Shu shouted, "I'll clean up these messes!"
Wu Zetian nodded, the hand seals remained unchanged, and the power of Human Dao Saint continued to be output. Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her face turned slightly pale-- The power of Saint forcibly stabilized the broken restriction, which consumed a lot of energy. But she gritted her teeth and persisted, and the golden light stream continued to pour into the altar like a trickle. Qi Luck Fire restored its golden luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Hu Shu completely lets go.
Within Invincible Domain, he is the absolute master. But in order to save mana, he has been controlling the scope and intensity of the domain. Now that reinforcements have arrived, the pressure is greatly reduced, and he can finally explode with all his strength.
"Field rules - purification!"
Hu Shu Pressed with both hands, the rules in the field began to be rewritten.
The demonic energy that invaded the ancestral land melted quickly like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. The black mist let out a shrill scream and tried to resist, but under the absolute suppression of the domain's rules, all resistance was in vain. The pungent smell produced when the demonic energy was purified became stronger and stronger, even covering the smell of blood on the battlefield.
At the same time, Hu Shu locked the strongest Buddha-Demon Venerable.
These Venerable are all the pinnacles of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, and one person has even touched Great Luo Threshold. They hold strange magic weapons, wander around the edge of the field, and launch sneak attacks from time to time, causing a lot of trouble to Hu Shu.
But now, Hu Shu doesn't plan to play with them anymore.
"The first one."
The figure of Hu Shu disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was in front of a Venerable holding Black Alms Bowl. The face of Venerable changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated the alms bowl, and Demonic Water poured out of the alms bowl, trying to corrode the field.
But Hu Shu just stuck out a finger.
"Rule--reversal."
The moment Demonic Water touched his finger, the flow suddenly reversed and poured back into the alms bowl. The alms bowl could not withstand the reversal of its own strength, and dense cracks appeared on the surface, and then exploded with a "bang". The fragments scattered and scratched Venerable's cheek. Before he could react, Hu Shu's hand was already on the top of his head.
"Soul Search."
A cold voice sounded.
Venerable let out a shrill scream and twitched all over. Spiritual Sense from Hu Shu forcibly invaded his sea of consciousness and looked through his memories. After three breaths, Venerable was bleeding from all his orifices and fell to the ground dead. Divine Soul had been looted.
Hu Shu's eyes flashed coldly, and he had obtained some information, but now is not the time to take a closer look.
"The second one."
He turned to another Venerable holding Bone Staff.
Seeing the tragic death of his companion, Venerable turned around and ran away without hesitation. Bone Staff waved, tearing apart the space, trying to escape into the void.
"Within the domain, space is blocked."
Hu Shu said lightly.
Venerable collided with the invisible Spatial Barrier, and Bone Staff broke. He was also shaken by the force of the shock and vomited blood. He turned around in horror and saw Hu Shu already in front of him.
"No... I am willing to surrender! I am willing to serve Human Race!"
"It's late."
The sword light flashed, and Venerable's head flew up, blood spraying three feet high. The headless corpse fell to the ground, twitched a few times and stopped moving.
Hu Shu followed suit, relying on his absolute control over the core rules of the domain to suppress the remaining five Buddha-Demon Venerable one by one. Some were killed by the rule-reversing magic weapon, some were squeezed into flesh by space, and some died of aging accelerated by time. Within the domain, he is Heavenly Dao, he is the law, and all resistance is in vain.
When the last Venerable was accelerated by the rules of time until his life span was exhausted and turned into a withered skeleton, the situation on the battlefield was completely reversed.
High in the sky, the Dragon Clan, led by Yan Zhi, has cleared out 70% of the Demonic Monster Bird. The remaining demon birds fled in all directions and were hunted down by the Dragon Clan. The dragon's roar intertwined with the screams of the demon birds, and Feathers and blood were sprinkled like rain.
On the ground, Di Xin led Shang Army to stabilize the defense line. Thirty thousand Shang Army Battle Formation stood like a rock, blocking the enemy from a hundred feet away from the ancestral land. Although the casualties exceeded 5,000, the enemy's casualties were even more severe, with corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers. The remaining enemy troops began to retreat, and their morale had collapsed.
The ancestral altar, Qi Luck Fire, has restored 80% of its golden color, and the flames are burning steadily. All the demonic energy on the tablet has been purified, and the names of the sages are shining brightly again. Although the restriction has not been completely restored, the golden light film is enough to block the erosion of the remaining demonic energy.
Shouyang Mountain crisis, temporarily lifted.
Hu Shu slowly landed on the ground and stood in front of the altar, looking at the devastated battlefield.
Corpses littered the fields and rivers of blood flowed.
Human Race The defenders originally numbered 100,000, but now there are less than 3,000 left, and everyone is injured. Many soldiers are missing arms and legs, but they still grit their teeth and insist on standing. Shang Army suffered 5,000 casualties, and more than ten dragons from the dragon tribe were seriously injured and needed to recuperate. The enemy army left more than 150,000 corpses. The ashes after the demonic energy was purified covered the earth, which was soft when stepped on, with a scorched residual warmth.
Victory.
But it was a miserable victory.
Wu Zetian fell from the air, staggering a little. Di Xin rode back, and Black Armor was damaged in many places, with a bone-deep wound on his face, and blood was still flowing. Yan Zhi turned into a human form, and Dragon Robe was stained with blood, and his breath was somewhat disordered.
The four of them stood in front of the altar, looking at each other speechlessly.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, burnt food, the pungent smell of purified demonic energy, and the smell of death. The wind blew by, picking up ashes and blood foam on the ground, hitting the face with a slightly warm touch. In the distance, the groans of wounded soldiers, the lamentations of war horses, and the low groans of dragons intertwined into a sad post-war sound.
"Count the casualties and treat the wounded." Hu Shu said in a hoarse voice, "Collect the bodies of our comrades, the bodies of the enemy... were burned."
"Yes." Di Xin clasped his fists, turned and left.
Wu Zetian looked at the re-burning Qi Luck Fire on the altar, and said softly, "The ban will take at least three months to be completely repaired. During this period, the defense of the ancestral land is weak, and people must be stationed day and night."
"I will arrange it." Hu Shu nodded, his eyes falling on the suppressed Buddha-Demon Venerable corpses, "These guys... are not simple."
He walked up to the corpse of Venerable who was Soul Search, squatted down, and put his hand on his forehead. Although Venerable was dead, the remnant soul had not completely dissipated. Hu Shu Spiritual Sense invaded again and carefully read through the memory fragments.
Scenes of scenes flashed through my mind.
The formation process of the Buddha-Demon Alliance... the secret collusion of various forces... the detailed plan for Human Race...
Suddenly, Hu Shu's expression changed drastically.
He saw a horrific conspiracy.
"Demonic Rain..." Hu Shu murmured, with horror flashing in his eyes, "They actually want to launch this..."
"What?" Wu Zetian and Yan Zhi asked at the same time.
Hu Shu stood up, his face serious as iron. "Buddha-Demon Alliance is planning a 'Demonic Rain' to target all Human Race large settlements. That is not an ordinary attack, but an attack covering the entire Primordial World's large-scale Curse Rain. Rainwater contains the dual power of Buddha and demon. Mortals who are contaminated will become demons or become Buddha Slave and lose their self-awareness; practitioners will also be Dao Heart contaminated and their cultivation will be greatly damaged."
Wu Zetian took a breath. "Cover the entire Primordial World? How is this possible?!"
"They are planning to use the three hundred and sixty Demon Altar as a basis and the resentment of hundreds of millions of living beings as a guide to forcibly change the sky." Hu Shu said in a low voice, "Once successful, the rain will fall, The Human Race settlement will be the first to bear the brunt. At that time, Human Race will either be demonized and become a puppet, or be transformed into a Buddha and lose the will to fight... No matter which outcome, Human Race will be defeated without a fight."
Yan Zhi turned pale. "This... how long does it take to prepare?"
"Judging from the memory fragments, they have been preparing for thirty years." Hu Shu closed his eyes and digested the information obtained by Soul Search, "Demon Altar has completed more than two hundred places, and the remaining ones are being built at a maximum... three months. In three months, 'Demonic Rain' will arrive."
Three months.
Wu Zetian clenched his fists. "We must stop them!"
"Of course we have to stop it." Hu Shu opened his eyes, his eyes as cold as knives, "But first, we need to know the locations of all Demon Altar, and... who is the core host of this plan."
He squatted down again, pressed his hands on Venerable's body, and used all his strength to activate Soul Search's technique. The memory fragments in the remnant soul were forcibly pieced together. Although incomplete, at least some key information could be obtained.
After burning the incense, Hu Shu stood up, his face even more ugly.
"How?" Wu Zetian asked eagerly.
"Demon Altar's locations are scattered all over Primordial World, some in deep mountains and old forests, some in the abyss of the sea, and some even on the edge of Heavenly Court and the underworld." Hu Shu said solemnly, "As for the core host... he has been banned in his memory and cannot be probed. But it is certain that there is a saint-level existence behind the Buddha-Demon Alliance secretly supporting him."
Holy level.
This word silenced all three people present.
If Saint intervenes, the level of this calamity will far exceed expectations.
"Don't worry about all that." Hu Shu took a deep breath, "The top priority is to stabilize Shouyang Mountain, and then find and destroy those Demon Altar as soon as possible. Every time one is destroyed, the power of Demonic Rain will be weakened by one point."
He looked at Wu Zetian: "Martial Emperor, you take charge of Chaoge, mobilize all Human Race power, and collect Demon Altar intelligence. At the same time, an edict was issued in the name of Human Emperor to prepare all Human Race settlements for defense. Once the celestial phenomena changes, the protective array will be activated immediately."
"Okay." Wu Zetian nodded.
"Di Xin." Hu Shu looked at King of Shang who was directing the cleanup of the battlefield, "Lead Shang Army to stay behind Shouyang Mountain and help repair the restrictions. I will leave a domain mark. Once the enemy invades, part of Domain Power's defense can be temporarily activated."
"Disciple, I obey." Di Xin cupped his fists.
"Yan Zhi." Hu Shu looked at the Dragon Clan Princess, "Go back to the Four Seas Dragon Palace and inform Four Seas Dragon Kings of the matter. The Dragon Clan controls the Primordial World waters and may be able to help Underwater Demonic Altar in the investigation."
Yan Zhi saluted solemnly. "Master, don't worry, the Dragon Clan will do its best to help."
After the arrangement was completed, Hu Shu looked up at the sky.
The sun sets in the west, and the sunset glow is like blood, dyeing the entire Shouyang Mountain into a red. The corpse mountain Blood Sea looks particularly dazzling in the glow, and the smell of blood in the wind seems to be stronger.
Shouyang Mountain Although the situation is safe, a bigger crisis is brewing.
The main force of the Buddha-Demon Alliance was not damaged, and this attack was obviously just a test. And once the conspiracy of "Demonic Rain" succeeds, Human Race will face catastrophe.
Three months.
They only have three months.
Hu Shu clenched his fists, his nails dug into his palms, and blood oozed out. The pain kept him awake and made him more determined.
No matter what, this disaster must be prevented.
For Human Race, for this land that he has protected for hundreds of millions of years.
As the night grew darker, a bonfire was lit on Shouyang Mountain. The firelight reflected the tired and determined faces of the soldiers, as well as the corpses and blood on the ground. In the distance, Dragon Warrior, led by Yan Zhi, took off into the air and returned to the world. Shang Army began to set up temporary camps, treat the wounded, and collect the remains.
Hu Shu stood alone in front of the altar, looking at the burning Qi Luck Fire in Bronze Cauldron.
The flames jumped and the golden light flowed, reflecting his solemn face.
Three months...
Time is too tight.