The Battle of Zhulu

After Chiyou the Jiuli tribes, Chi You did not rush to attack the Ji River, but instead stationed his army at the Wilderness of Zhulu.

This open terrain, teeming with malevolent energy, is the perfect battlefield for the Witch Clan to unleash their full power.

Jiuli Camp.

Chiyou sat in the center of his tent, surrounded by eighty-one black shamanic banners, each banner bearing a different Ancestral Witch totem.

Xiong Tie was lying at his feet, scratching something on the ground with his paws.

"Lord Lao, Twelve Golden Immortals have arrived at Ji Xuanyuan's side. Should we run away...?"

Chiyou lifted Xiong Tie up, looking at him with displeasure. "If you say such things again, you will be the vanguard, charging straight into Xuanyuan's camp."

Xiong Tie wanted to cry but had no tears.

After arriving in the Prehistoric World, not only did I not enjoy myself for a single minute, but I was also ridden around by Chiyou every day.

His system is really unreliable; you can't draw anything good at all.

Could it be that he is truly destined to perish in the Battle of Zhuolu?!

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the tent.

A Witch General covered in black scales knelt on one knee:

"Chief! News has come from the Ji River direction: Ji Xuanyuan has united seventy-two Human Race, calling it the Yanhuang Alliance, and is marching towards the Zhuolu of Hegemony!"

A fighting spirit surged in Chiyou's bloodshot eyes.

"Send the order: all tribes of Jiuli, three days from now, shall array yourselves in the Wilderness of Zhulu!"

"I will fight to the death with the so-called Heavenly Human Emperor on this very spot where my ancestors perished!"

Three days later, in the Wilderness of Zhulu.

In the east, the Jiuli loomed over the city like a dark cloud.

There are eighty-one square formations, each composed of warriors from the Witch Clan with different totems.

Chiyou rode on the back of Xiong Tie and stood at the front of the battle.

He was not wearing armor today, his upper body was bare, and the witch-like markings on his bronze skin seemed to move like living things.

Each of its six arms holds a weapon: an axe, a halberd, a spear, a lance, a shield.

In the west, the Yanhuang Alliance's military formations were also deployed.

But unlike the barbaric and fierce Jiuli, the Yanhuang army was orderly and uniform, with its banners fluttering in the wind.

At the very front were three thousand bronze Chariot, each carrying three armored warriors, one in the center driving the horse, the other on either side holding a halberd.

Ji Xuanyuan stood on the Chariot, dressed in a bright yellow imperial robe, with the Human Emperor Sword at his waist.

Beside him stood Twelve Golden Immortals riding on clouds, each surrounded by Immortal Light, yet the atmosphere between them was somewhat subtle.

Guangchengzi sat at the head of the table, his face gloomy, lost in thought.

Chijingzi, True Person Huang Long, and others subtly distanced themselves from him.

"Chiyou."

Ji Xuanyuan's voice, amplified by magical power, resounded throughout the battlefield:

"The shamans and humans are originally one. If you can cease hostilities and submit, I am willing to treat you with the respect due to a vassal lord and jointly govern the Human Race!"

Chiyou You laughed loudly, his voice like thunder:

"Ji Xuanyuan! Stop with your hypocrisy!"

"We, the people of Jiuli, inherit the bloodline of our Father God Pangu and are born from the earth's malevolent energy. Why should we submit to others?!"

"Today, on this Wilderness of Zhulu, let us decide who is worthy to Co-Lord of the Human Race!"

He pointed his battle axe forward and roared:

"Jiuli warriors! Follow me and kill!"

"Roar--!!"

Eighty-one formations roared in unison, their murderous aura soaring to the heavens!

"Prepare for the enemy!"

Ji Xuanyuan drew his sword, and the Human Emperor Sword shone with brilliant golden light:

"Soldiers of Yanhuang, defend our Human Race! Kill!"

"Kill--!!"

The war drums beat and the bugles sounded.

Three thousand Chariot charged forward first, their bronze wheels rolling across the earth and kicking up clouds of dust.

The armored soldiers on the chariots raised their long spears and formed a cone-shaped formation as they charged straight into the Jiuli army's ranks!

Almost simultaneously, the Jiuli army unleashed a variety of strange spells.

Sorcery and malevolent energy intertwined, transforming into destructive torrents that surged towards the Chariot.

"Boom--!!!"

The moment the two torrents collided, the world lost its color.

The Chariot charged into the Jiuli army formation, their long spears piercing the bodies of the Witch Clan warriors, but many more Chariot were overturned by the Witch Clan's brute force or blasted into pieces by their magic.

High in the sky, the Twelve Golden Immortals and the Great Witch of Jiuli were also locked in battle.

To be precise, it was Guangchengzi alone who stopped the other Great Witch.

Chijingzi and the others wanted to make a move, but Guangchengzi stopped them.

"Just watch."

After Guangchengzi finished speaking, he activated the Heaven-Overturning Seal and smashed it towards Fengbo and Xiangliu.

With the blessing of his killing law, even Primordial Origin Golden Immortal would be injured, let alone Fengbo and Xiangliu, who were only Daluo Golden Immortal.

With just one strike, Guangchengzi severely injured both of them.

"Congratulations, host, for killing two Great Witch! Reward: One million Heavenly Dao Merits!"

Then, he turned his gaze to Xingtian and Yushi.

In his eyes, these Great Witch were practically living rewards!

Chiyou You cannot be killed because of the Human Emperor's Calamity, but these Great Witch cannot be killed?

Guangchengzi alone routed the Great Witch of the Jiuli Tribe, sending them fleeing in all directions.

But what truly influenced the course of the battle was the conflict between Chiyou and Ji Xuanyuan.

Chiyou swung his six arms simultaneously, and the murderous aura emanating from his fierce weapons instantly reduced countless Human Race cultivators to dust.

Those mortal Soldier, upon merely glancing at Chiyou, were instantly corrupted by his murderous aura and turned into Walking Corpse.

"Ji Xuanyuan! All you do is hide in the back?!"

Chiyou roared, his blood-red eyes locking onto the bright yellow figure on the Chariot.

Ji Xuanyuan took a deep breath, leaped off the Chariot, and drew the Human Emperor Sword!

The dark gold blade radiated boundless light.

On one side of the sword, the sun, moon Stars flowed, projecting a vast cosmic phantom that enveloped the battlefield.

On the other side, mountains, rivers, and vegetation manifested, and countless Human Race phantoms emerged in the Sword Light, bowing in worship to Ji Xuanyuan.

In just a moment, the murderous aura emanating from Chiyou You was shattered.

"The Human Emperor Sword... truly can restrain the Witch Clan."

Chiyou's blood-red eyes narrowed, but his fighting spirit intensified.

"You think you can defeat me with just a sword? How laughable!"

He unleashed his six-armed, ferocious weapons, transforming them into six blood-red rainbows that intertwined to form a destructive net, enveloping Ji Xuanyuan!

Ji Xuanyuan neither dodged nor evaded, but instead slashed the air with the Human Emperor Sword.

Where the Sword Light, the blood-red net tore apart inch by inch.

Chiyou let out a muffled groan, and a deep, bone-revealing sword wound appeared simultaneously on all six of his arms!

"How is that possible...?"

Chiyou stared at his wounds in disbelief; he was unable to restore his Ancestral Witch body using his baleful energy.

"Chiyou, you have been defeated."

Ji Xuanyuan stood with his sword in hand, his Imperial Dao Aura growing ever stronger.

"Your power originates from the Pangu Bloodline."

"And my power originates from all living beings in the Prehistoric World world."

"Bloodlines will eventually dry up, but the myriad spirits of the Prehistoric World world will continue to thrive."

"This is Humanity Dao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Human Emperor Sword struck again!

This sword strike ignited the faith of Human Race in the entire Wilderness of Zhulu.

At this moment, the will of everyone converges into the Humanity Dao River, surging with the Sword Light!

Chiyou was unwilling to accept the fact that he had failed.

He roared to the sky and punched the Humanity Dao River!

The moment the Sword Light and the fist shadow collided, mountains collapsed and rivers changed course.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Chiyou was seen kneeling on one knee, his six-armed weapons scattered on the ground, and his body covered with golden sword marks.

Ji Xuanyuan stood holding his sword. Although his face was pale and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth, the Human Emperor Sword still shone brightly.