After that, the Human Tribes under Zhuanxu's command won victory after victory against Shaohao.
Kunpeng did not directly take part in the slaughter of Shaohao's people.
Instead, in every major battle, he used his great powers to disrupt the weather and alter the earth's ley lines, leaving Shaohao's forces unaccustomed to the local conditions and their supply lines in disarray.
He then used Buddhist teachings to convert wavering generals and tribes at the heart of the opposing camp, making them either switch sides or fight halfheartedly.
With Kunpeng's careful planning and covert interference, Zhuanxu's army was like a tiger with wings. It won one great victory after another, steadily shrinking Shaohao's territory and overwhelming him in a one-sided rout.
At the same time, within Shaohao's tribe,
"Damn it!"
"W-what on earth is going on?"
"Why are the weather and the terrain both against me?"
"Why does it feel like Heaven itself is helping Zhuanxu?"
Shaohao was furious. The several battles against Zhuanxu's tribe had all ended in defeat.
Just as Shaohao seethed, the space beside him suddenly rippled.
Then a figure appeared. It was none other than Immortal Weng of the South Pole.
"Master!"
Seeing Immortal Weng of the South Pole appear, Shaohao was overjoyed and hurried forward to meet him.
Before Immortal Weng could say anything, Shaohao spoke first:
"Reporting to you, Master: we've suffered one defeat after another in our recent battles against Zhuanxu's tribe, and our losses have been severe."
"If this goes on, I fear we'll be in grave danger!"
"I beg you to step in and turn the tide!"
As he spoke, Shaohao stared straight at Immortal Weng of the South Pole, his eyes filled with pleading.
"Hmph!"
Hearing Shaohao's words, Immortal Weng of the South Pole let out a cold snort, his face full