The Human Race's Challenge-Like an Egg Against a Stone?

Between heaven and earth, the sounds of drums and horns resounded, deep and awe-inspiring, as the demon army rolled in like a dark cloud.

"Knock knock..."

The drumbeats came in unison, erupting like a tsunami or the roar of a true dragon, instantly startling all living beings in the eastern part of the Primordial World.

"Hehe... Delicious smell, we're here again."

As the army marched on, Bi Fang looked down at the masses with a cold smile, and couldn't help but lick his lips.

Strangely enough, he came reluctantly, as if he had lost his parents, fearing that he would be punished by Ling Xiao. But now, seeing such a weak Human Race, he became energetic again, and his fear lessened considerably.

I immediately wanted to eat my fill and taste it.

Behind him were countless demons, several times more than last time. They were shrouded in Yao Qi, their banners fluttering, releasing a powerful pressure that intimidated all living beings.

The Qilin Seal emitted a vast power, covering the sky like ocean waves, isolating the aura of the demon army. Human Race could not withstand this.

Ziwei's expression was solemn as he stared into the void and said in a deep voice, "This is quite a show of force. Have you mobilized all of them? It seems you intend to annihilate the Human Race!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a cold laugh rang out. Kunpeng stood at the front of the army, his eyes gleaming as he looked down at Ziwei.

"It's good that you know. You were lucky enough to slaughter my demon clan's sons before. This Sea of Blood must be avenged."

He acted as if he had come for revenge, as if he had been severely oppressed by the Human Race. But everyone knew that the demon race was just making up an excuse to come and slaughter them.

"Shameless! We Human Race have been living peacefully here, and we have never provoked you. You came here to hunt, but we turned the tables and killed you. It is all your own fault!"

Manshan Clan stepped forward, shouting angrily; his face, as hard as a brick, was now filled with fury.

Kunpeng scoffed and said disdainfully, "The law of the jungle is the rule of survival. Who made your Human Race so weak?"

"So what if you brought this on yourself? You can wash it away with your blood!"

His unvarnished words shook heaven and earth and spread throughout the vast land.

Countless living beings trembled in fear under this power, and many powerful beings were also shocked and sighed.

Although Kunpeng's words were harsh and ruthless, they were not without reason. This has always been the case: weak creatures can only survive in the cracks. This is the law of the jungle, and no one will sympathize with the weak.

Human Race occupy vast lands, and with such a large population, they must bear these burdens.

"The demon race is serious this time, almost all of them have been mobilized. With such power, they can wipe out the Human Race completely."

"Last time, the intervention of the Witch Clan saved Human Race from disaster. I never imagined that so little time would pass before the Demon Clan descended once more. Peaceful times lasted only a thousand years, what a pity..."

"Aren't the demon race afraid of alerting the Witch Clan with such a grand display? If so, the Human Race might escape another calamity."

"By the way... what about the Witch Clan?"

Why are they still in the West?

At the same time, the moment the demon race descended, Haotian, who had already fled, streaked across the vast sky like a rainbow... then, he turned a corner and flew back.

This casual manner made it seem as if they weren't running away, but rather surveying their territory.

"Hehe, Heaven is on my side." Haotian smiled, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Just now, a voice rang in his mind, informing him of the situation.

The demon race is indirectly helping to eliminate a powerful enemy, making it easier for him to control the Human Race.

Although Haotian didn't know who the voice belonged to, he was already convinced that it was his master who had intervened behind the scenes.

The master represents the Heavenly Dao; isn't that practically "Heaven is helping me"?

Haotian immediately felt relieved. He had misunderstood his master before, thinking that his master was not doing anything. It turned out that his master had already arranged everything in secret.

From this perspective, his master's methods were far more Gao Ming.

What good are powerful magical treasures to Ziwei?

There's simply no way they can withstand the demon race's attack!

"Ziwei, I want to watch you walk step by step into despair..."

Haotian was incredibly fast, even more so than when he was fleeing. He couldn't wait to get back and witness his opponent's demise.

Of course, they also had to put on a show, Kuanglan, take over the Human Race, and win over those foolish ants.

"Yaochi cannot have died in vain!"

With that thought in mind, Haotian quickly returned to the skies above Mount Shouyang, quietly observing the situation.

The demons could no longer contain themselves and were preparing to attack, letting out a series of howls and wails, like hungry beasts spotting delicious prey.

Billions of Human Race trembled with fear, and an atmosphere of despair spread.

"Wait a minute!"

Ziwei stepped forward, facing the massive demon army, her gaze fixed on the leader, Kunpeng, and then spoke.

"I've heard that your demon race possesses an extremely powerful array formation. Since my Human Race is also skilled in this art, I wish to challenge you and compete with you in the art of Way of Formations!"

His voice was loud and clear, as if he were making a declaration to heaven and earth.

Upon hearing this, the entire demon race seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then burst into a thunderous laugh.

The Human Race actually want to compete with them in formations? And they even claim to be experts in this field. Isn't this like an ant showing off its strength in front of a true dragon?

They haven't even mastered cultivation yet, and they're already playing with formations.

Is it easy to understand how to play?

Why would you try to make them laugh for no reason?

Even Kunpeng couldn't hold back anymore, as if he had discovered a huge joke, and asked with a mocking smile.

"Did I hear that right? You want to compete with us in formations?"

"That's right! I will use an array to fight you to the death!" Ziwei shouted, his voice echoing throughout the world—this was intentional on his part.

Kunpeng's smile widened, then he shrugged and said, "Either you die or not, what right do you have to compare your formations with ours?"

Ziwei remained unfazed and loudly questioned, "Whether you're qualified or not will only be known after you've tried. If you lack confidence and are afraid of losing, you don't have to compete."

He put all his effort into saying this, spreading it far and wide, using it as a provocation tactic.

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of arrogant and proud demons immediately began to rebuke him.

"You're courting death! My demon race possesses the strongest formation in the world, why would we be afraid of you!?"

"Nonsense! You're courting death!"

"Let's take action and show them what we're made of!"

The great demons roared angrily, asking who else in the world, besides the Witch Clan, could frighten them, and even if there were, it would definitely not be the Human Race.

"Give us a straight answer, whether you want to fight or not. If we lose, we'll let you do whatever you want with us, and we won't resist!"

Ziwei snapped impatiently, her tone sharp and confrontational, her eyes revealing undisguised contempt and disdain.

"How dare you! Peng Emperor, give the order now and let these ants witness the Five Elements Formation."

"To die under the Five Elements Formation can be considered their final blessing!"