Fuxi's Strike, Tragic Nine Infants

Fei Lian fixed a cold, sinister stare on Hou Yi, but Hou Yi did not flinch, meeting his gaze head-on.

"I've long heard that the Hou Tu Tribe has a Great Witch named Hou Yi, unmatched in archery. Seeing you today, truly extraordinary."

To shoot ten arrows from such a distance, each one striking a target.

Not only did they thwart the Demon Clan's opening move, costing them nine Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, but they even wounded Nine Infants.

Extraordinary indeed, wasn't it?

Hou Yi listened to Fei Lian's hollow flattery, yet felt no trace of joy.

He drove his Divine Bow heavily into the ground, the threat in his eyes unmistakable.

"If all you Demon Clan came for is empty praise, then you can leave now. We Witch Clan don't buy that act!"

Fei Lian gave a cold smirk. "Great Witch Hou Yi, are you truly unaware of why we're here?"

He gestured to the Demon Clan Army behind him. "Today, Nine Infants and I have specially led the Demon Clan Army to seek a lesson from Great Witch Hou Yi. What say you?"

Claiming to seek a lesson, but in truth, they meant to attack their Witch Clan.

How could Hou Yi not see through Fei Lian's real intent?

But the Ancestral Witches had yet to emerge from seclusion. If a large-scale conflict erupted now, it would do the Witch Clan no good.

So Hou Yi refused without a second thought.

"Our clan has pressing matters lately. If you truly wish to spar, wait a while longer."

After all, Fei Lian and Nine Infants hadn't broken through to Quasi-Sage yet; they absolutely couldn't breach their Clan Protecting Grand Formation.

Before Fei Lian could speak, Nine Infants cut in.

"Brat, let's cut the crap. Our Demon Clan has launched a full-scale assault on your Witch Clan. If you're smart, open the Clan Protecting Grand Formation yourself, and we'll grant you a whole corpse!"

Fei Lian silently cursed Nine Infants for being a fool!

That mouth had no filter.

Hearing this, Hou Yi's face remained impassive, but inwardly, he couldn't help a flicker of worry.

If the Demon Clan threw their full force at them now, the Witch Clan might not hold out!

After all, the Demon Clan now had four Quasi-Sages!

While their Ancestral Witches were still in closed-door cultivation!

Though Hou Yi hid his anxiety well, Fei Lian still saw through his facade.

Hou Yi was too calm—calm as if he didn't care about the Witch Clan at all, calm enough to seem feigned.

So Fei Lian pressed his advantage.

"Hou Yi, I see you're fierce and exceptional. Why not join our Demon Clan? The Witch Clan is doomed anyway. I swear to you, with your strength, you'll hold no low rank among us!"

Before Hou Yi could respond, the Witch Clan soldiers nearby cursed.

"Bullshit! Your Demon Clan is treacherous—not a single word you say can be trusted! You think you can wipe out our Witch Clan? Take a piss and look at your own sorry reflection!"

Hou Yi naturally had no intention of joining the Demon Clan, so he didn't stop the Witch soldiers from hurling insults.

"Fei Lian, enough talk. If you've got the guts, break this Clan Protecting Grand Formation and face your grandpa me in battle. If not, kneel and kowtow a few times, and your grandpa promises not to chase you down!"

The smile faded from Fei Lian's face.

"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! Hmph!"

Hou Yi didn't think two Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals like Fei Lian and Nine Infants could break their Clan Protecting Grand Formation—until Fei Lian produced something.

"Is that the Fuxi Qin?"

Hou Yi saw Fei Lian take out a zither-shaped spiritual treasure. He'd seen it before.

Back when Fuxi and Nüwa lived on Buzhou Mountain, he'd once witnessed Fuxi playing this treasure.

Fei Lian said smugly.

"Right, you've got good eyes! This is our Demon Clan's Xi Emperor's Fuxi Qin, containing a full-powered strike from the Xi Emperor himself! I wonder if your Witch Clan's Clan Protecting Grand Formation can withstand it?"

Fei Lian hadn't planned to waste the Xi Emperor's attack here.

His original intent was to save it, waiting until they tricked Hou Yi into opening the formation, then use it to blast Hou Yi to death by surprise!

After that, the remaining Witch Clan would be a rabble, easy to handle.

Too bad Hou Yi didn't take the bait.

Fei Lian placed the Fuxi Qin on the ground, and then a sound like "hum" rang out—as if a string had been plucked.

Yet no one was plucking the Fuxi Qin.

At this, Hou Yi turned serious.

"All brothers, prepare yourselves!"

Fuxi was now a Quasi-Sage.

Whether the Clan Protecting Grand Formation could hold was uncertain. They had to prepare for the worst!

What made Hou Yi's heart clench even more was that their Hou Tu Tribe had only sent two Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, carrying a single Quasi-Sage's attack.

What about the other tribes, then?

Would the Demon Clan's four current Quasi-Sages take personal action?

If they did, how could the Ancestral Witches, now without any Ancestral Witch to lead them, possibly stand against them?

The Fuxi Qin, with no one playing it, slowly let out a stretch of beautiful melody. Under the boost of Quasi-Sage power, the sound waves rippled outward layer by layer.

All the Demon Clan present were immersed in the music, while every member of the Witch Clan wore grim expressions.

This was not only because they lacked Primordial Spirits and could not appreciate the Fuxi Qin's melody at all, but more because they realized the sound waves were relentlessly battering their Protecting Formation!

"Everyone, with me! Reinforce the Protecting Formation!"

Seeing the formation on the verge of being breached, Hou Yi bellowed.

All the Witch Clan snapped to attention and followed Hou Yi, pouring their own power into reinforcing the formation.

On the other side, the Demon Clan saw this and likewise began channeling their strength to assault the formation.

The Witch Clan had already been struggling just to withstand the Quasi-Sage's attack, let alone now with the Demon Clan Army joining in.

Soon, a crack opened in the Protecting Formation.

Fei Lian was overjoyed and immediately ordered everyone to concentrate their attacks on that gap.

Seeing this, Hou Yi had all the Witch Clan stop their efforts.

The formation's destruction was a foregone conclusion; rather than waste strength repairing it, it was better to conserve energy and fight the Witch Clan head-on!

"Boom!"

Before long, with the Demon Clan's combined efforts, the Witch Clan Protecting Formation shattered with a resounding crash.

At the same moment, Hou Yi shot nine arrows, all aimed straight at Nine Infants!

Hou Yi was no fool—Nine Infants was already wounded, while Fei Lian remained at full strength.

In this situation, it was only right to take out Nine Infants first.

Nine Infants was startled. Having been struck in one head by Hou Yi, his reflexes had already dulled.

Just now, as the Witch Clan formation broke, his mind had relaxed slightly, and then he saw nine arrows hurtling toward him like golden dragons.

He had no time to dodge; his massive body meant no matter how he evaded, he would be hit.

At the critical moment, he and Fei Lian acted together.

Fei Lian blocked two arrows for him, while Nine Infants grabbed two Demon Clan Primordial Unity Golden Immortals beside him with each hand, using them as shields.

The remaining five arrows still struck four of his heads and his serpent tail!

He roared in fury: "Hou Yi, you deserve death!"

Hou Yi sneered coldly: "Using your own comrades as shields—your Demon Clan truly is despicable!"

Nine Infants and Fei Lian both struck at Hou Yi at the same time!

Hou Yi was now the strongest existence in the Hou Tu Tribe; taking him down meant taking down half the tribe.

But at that moment, a Daoist arrived, holding the Sea Stabilizing Divine Pearl.

Nine Infants, Fei Lian, and Hou Yi all halted their movements, judging whether the newcomer was friend or foe.