The Demon Clan: Who Were the Invaders, Anyway?

In the Primordial World, all the powerful beings looked towards Mount Shouyang and were shocked. The aura of world destruction stirred up the wind and clouds.

The demon army exploded, blood staining the blue sky and dotting the Milky Way. Everywhere was blood and fire, a magnificent scene resembling a battlefield of annihilation.

The Qilin Seal lay horizontally in the endless void, surrounded by stars, magnificent and boundless, with flowing mist and powerful energy permeating the air. Its vast and surging pressure shook the ten directions.

The souls of countless weak beings trembled. Faced with such fluctuations and power, they felt like ants looking up at a true dragon, deeply aware of their own insignificance and triviality.

"What a terrifying magic weapon! It has the divine power to suppress the great trend of destiny!" a powerful figure commented, his eyes filled with horror.

The Human Race not only defeated the demon race, but won a great victory. They covered their faces and even believed the witch race if you said it was the Witch Clan who did it.

Regarding this, they could explain that it wasn't that the demon race was incompetent, but rather that the Human Race was incredibly strong. It could only be said that the demon race was unprepared, and their defeat was not unjust.

Who could have imagined that the Human Race harbored eighty-one Daluo Golden Immortal?

The land of Human Race was in ruins, ravaged by war, but thanks to the protection of Ziwei, it was largely unharmed.

The battle continued. Although the Human Race's Daluo Golden Immortal were injured, they quickly took out a small jade bottle to drink from. After drinking, they were once again full of energy and rampaging across the land.

The remaining powerful demons of the demon race were dumbfounded.

They lack martial ethics.

Although they didn't know what they were drinking, they could sense its extraordinary nature. The aura emanating from the jade bottle was breathtaking, possessing powerful vitality and radiating an innate, Indestructible Spiritual Light.

"Kill them! My Human Race will never submit!" shouted a Daluo Golden Immortal of the Human Race.

His name Manshan Clan, and he was among the earliest Human Race besides the Innate Human Race. He was exceptionally talented and made great contributions to the Human Race. He was chosen by Ziwei and given a Yellow Plum.

Manshan Clan was of medium height, not particularly large or burly, but he possessed an extremely intimidating aura, like a divine mountain suppressing the vast earth, standing tall between heaven and earth.

"That's right! Those who invade our Human Race land, no matter how strong, will be punished!" another powerful Human Race shouted.

This man was named Cangwu. He had a cascade of black hair, exceptionally handsome features, and a flawless, exquisitely crafted physique.

He was one of the first Human Race created by Nuwa herself, and his talent was naturally exceptional. He had Dao patterns on his forehead, accompanied by Xuanhuang Qi, and a terrifying power emanated from him, making him incomparably powerful.

Originally, with the natural talent of the Cangwu Innate Human Race, his future was bright. However, he voluntarily ate the Yellow Plum and then stopped cultivating to become Daluo Golden Immortal. In his view, this was the highest peak he could reach in his life.

Their aggressive words left the demons speechless with frustration. Who was the real invader?

Who forced you to submit?

"Damn it! We will never yield!" a powerful demon blurted out, shouting angrily.

Upon hearing this, his companions all looked at him, their faces full of confusion.

"..."

"Kill!" Manshan Clan roared, his aura overwhelming, his eyes flashing with terrifying lightning, and he charged out in an instant.

Like a sacred mountain, the violent impact shook the entire world, creating countless cracks that spread rapidly, tearing through the sky.

The Human Race powerhouses who drank the spiritual elixir were full of vigor and vitality, their bodies brimming with surging power. They were looking for an outlet for their energy, and when they started fighting, they were extremely fierce and domineering.

He pulled over a powerful demon and engaged in a brutal, hand-to-hand combat, leaving the demon race completely bewildered.

"Who is the real demon?"

Their prized physical bodies were actually at a disadvantage, with their extra organs being torn off.

The remaining demons were demoralized and had lost the will to fight, wanting only to escape.

The powerful Human Race did not let them go, and pursued them relentlessly, slaughtering them indiscriminately. They knew the importance of letting the tiger return to the mountain.

Millions of years of survival experience are not just for show.

"Insolence! You are courting death!" With a deafening roar, Kunpeng, Guiche, and other demon giants descended.

They could no longer sit still. Even at the risk of being captured by the Witch Clan, they had to take action, otherwise the army they sent to attack the Human Race would have died in vain!

The aura of the Kunpeng was overwhelming, intimidating the entire area. The powerful Human Race became wary and retreated, gathering around Ziwei.

The demon race mobilized almost all of its forces this time, standing there like towering mountains. Although they did not reveal their true forms, their imposing aura was incredibly powerful, intimidating their opponents.

Behind Kunpeng, there were great demons carrying the Five Elements Flags. Each of them was terrifyingly powerful. They stood there, cold and indifferent as an abyss, as if they had broken free of their shackles from hell and reappeared in the world.

"It's not certain who's courting death yet; you're welcome to try and make a move."

Ziwei raised her hand and Qilin Seal, which, like the sun in the sky, hung overhead, radiating an inexplicable aura and blocking the force.

He remained calm and recognized Kunpeng.

Before he awakened his memories, he might have been a little afraid, but now that he has returned to his true self, why would he be afraid of Kunpeng?

He is safe wherever the sun shines.

"Heh, Human Race brat, who gave you the courage to speak to us like that?" Guiche sneered, his eyes flashing with cold light.

This surprised him greatly; he never expected that the Human Race boy who seemed like an ant back then would actually lead the Human Race to oppose them.

For an ant to undergo such a dramatic transformation, there must be something fishy going on.

"Guess!" Ziwei said with a smile, becoming the riddle teller.

"Hmph! It doesn't matter who it is, you killed my demon race, this matter will not end well!"

Kunpeng spoke coldly, expressionless. He naturally knew this as well, his mind as clear as a mirror.

However, this was not what he cared about. Apart from Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones and the Two Western Sages were almost all biased towards the demon race. Even Nuwa, who was indifferent to worldly affairs, was once the ruler of the demon race.

Even if there are hidden forces behind the Human Race, they are no match for the Six Saints.

So he wasn't flustered at all. No matter who his opponent was, he only needed to complete what he was supposed to do, and leave everything to Fate.

"Hmph! You've invaded our Human Race territory, trying to treat us as food. You want to Laozi? Laozi 'll bite you back!" Manshan Clan roared, his imposing aura showing no fear whatsoever.

"Well said, go ahead and try. Who lives and who dies is still uncertain!" Ziwei said coldly, her face resolute, radiating a powerful confidence from within.

Their menacing demeanor surprised the group of demons.

He couldn't help but look towards the Human Race, pondering to himself.

"Could there be thousands upon thousands of Daluo Golden Immortal hidden inside?"

Otherwise, where do these two kids get their confidence?

Is it simply because they're not afraid of death?

"Enough with the nonsense, send them on their way." Kunpeng said calmly, ordering the great demons, but he himself did not intend to take action, as if he was considering something.

"Let me do it!" Guiche sneered, his voice shrill and filled with murderous intent.