World-ending divine battles of this magnitude were just daily skirmishes in the Primordial World!?
Blue Star.
On the screen of light, Guto Xuefeng brandished his Divine Moon Halberd and slashed fiercely down at the Great Shaman's shoulder.
As they watched this scene, a sense of anticipation and awe rose in the eyes of everyone on Blue Star in the National Destiny Livestream.
"With this swing of the halberd, cracks appeared even in the void of that world!"
"Hmm, that barbarian not only didn't dodge, but instead wanted to take the blow with his shoulder?"
"That barbarian is doomed..."
As the crowd whispered among themselves, Guto Xuefeng's halberd had already struck the Great Shaman's shoulder.
The halberd slammed down hard on the Great Shaman's shoulder. Despite the great force of the blow, the Great Shaman's expression remained unchanged, and his body did not sway in the slightest.
The seemingly incomparably sharp Divine Moon Halberd didn't even break the skin of the Great Shaman's body!
Seeing this, the various National Destiny Plaza fell silent once again.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the light screen, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"OMG, that barbarian actually withstood a Mountain-Splitting Strike two?"
"That halberd strike didn't even break the skin!"
"This... this can't be right!? Isn't the Primordial World just a dungeon in the National Destiny Game? How could there be such terrifying barbarians in it!?"
"Could this barbarian be merely outwardly barbaric, but in reality the most terrifying and unparalleled master in the entire Primordial World?!"
As the Livestream Room exploded with comments, Guto Xuefeng was once again blasted away by the Great Shaman's punch.
Looking at the Guto Xuefeng that had been sent flying by his punch, the Great Shaman showed no intention of stopping.
He lunged forward and unleashed his signature "turtle fist" at Guto Xuefeng once more.
The left punch deals high damage, the right punch deals high damage, there are no fancy supernatural powers or dazzling lights, each seemingly ordinary punch can make Guto Xuefeng bleed.
As they watched this scene, the crowd in the National Destiny Plaza stared at the light screen with strange expressions.
"Is this truly a deity who determines the fate of the nation?"
"Why do I feel... so weak..."
"Oh no! The god of national destiny is going to be beaten to death by those barbarians!"
The Guto Xuefeng flying through the air looked extremely frustrated.
He felt like a punching bag at that moment...
Feeling frustrated and resentful, Guto Xuefeng had lost all fighting spirit.
Damn it!
Is this a world of demons!?
The barbarian in front of him, dressed in animal skins, was like a monster; his mere physical strength was enough to make it hard for him to breathe.
In contrast, his attacks were practically like tickling his opponent...
Without the slightest hesitation, Guto Xuefeng turned and attempted to leave the battlefield.
No, something's not right with this Primordial World. Time to get out of here...
The idea was appealing, but the Great Shaman before him would not easily let go of this Demon Tribe Cultivator.
He strode forward in a few steps and continued his battle with Guto Xuefeng.
Because both sides have set up Formation here, the world position of Guto Xuefeng is constantly changing.
He thought he was flying outwards, but in reality, his body was trapped in this place.
At the same time, several Demon God at the Daluo Golden Immortal realm in the sky watched this scene, and a strange look also appeared on their faces.
A Demon God with two bull horns on his head looked at Guto Xuefeng, his eyes filled with an indescribable mix of admiration and speechlessness.
"Brother, is that Cultivator an idiot? He actually dared to engage in close combat with the Witch Tribe?"
The Witch Tribe does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit; they devote all their energy to tempering their physical body and refining their bloodline!
Their physical bodies were renowned for their formidable strength across the Primordial World land!
Let alone these Demon God, even their Demon Emperor wouldn't dare to engage in close combat with Ancestor Witch of the same realm!
Even the Demon Emperor wouldn't dare, yet this completely unknown Cultivator does!
Without even using Spirit Treasure, he simply grabbed a rotten iron halberd that he had picked up from who-knows-where and slashed at it.
This was the first time he had ever seen such a courageous Cultivator!
Beside him, whom he called "elder brother," was a red-robed Cultivator shook his head and laughed as he looked down at Guto Xuefeng, who was about to be killed by the Great Shaman.
"He's probably Cultivator who has been in seclusion for many years."
"Since he's neither Witch Tribe nor Human Race, then he must be one of our Demon Tribe. Don't let him get killed by that Great Shaman, Yanhou..."
The scope of the Demon Tribe is very broad. In the present Primordial World, anyone who is not a human or a witch can basically be considered Demon Tribe.
Although the red-haired, Black Robe Cultivator's fighting techniques were rather crude, his cultivation level was quite good, making him a decent cannon fodder.
Rescue him first, then recruit him to your ranks.
As for whether the red-haired, Black Robe Cultivator is willing?
That's not something he should be considering!
Did he really think he saved him for nothing? He'll have to repay this kindness slowly!
The Ox-Head Demon God nodded slightly, let out a roar, and summoned one of his Acquired Spirit Treasure, shaped like an ancient bell, to descend and rescue the Guto Xuefeng below.
With the addition of the Ox-Head Demon God, the pressure on the Great Shaman Flame Hou has increased significantly, making it impossible for him to kill Guto Xuefeng as easily as before.
At the same time, the chief Great Shaman of the Witch Tribe, seeing that it was difficult to achieve any further success in this area, issued an order to retreat.
Hearing the horn sound coming from behind him, the Great Shaman Flame Hou looked at Guto Xuefeng with a rather unwilling expression.
Almost! He almost killed that Great Firmament of the Demon Tribe!
Imagine how much reward Demon God at the Peak Great Firmament Golden Immortal would receive from their clan!
Although he felt somewhat unwilling, the Great Shaman Flame Hou knew that he had no chance left.
He turned around, gathered the tribespeople, and slowly retreated from the place.
The Demon Tribe also suffered considerable losses, so naturally they wouldn't intervene.
Below, seeing the barbarians retreat, Guto Xuefeng slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to retreat, he heard the deep voice of the Ox-Head Demon God behind him.
"Where do you want to go? Come with me to see my older brother, Morning Star Lord!"
Guto Xuefeng's expression stiffened, realizing that the Ox-Head Demon God regarded him as one of their own kind.
After a moment's hesitation, Guto Xuefeng dared not continue on his way.
He had just witnessed how terrifying this Ox-Head Demon God could be.
Although he was only at the mid-stage of the Dao Emperor, his strength was clearly far beyond that of someone at the Peak Dao Emperor.
If this Ox-Head Demon God is this powerful, then his so-called elder brother is even more formidable.
With many thoughts flashing through his mind, Guto Xuefeng arrived beside the Ox-Head Demon God and flew into the sky with him.
In the sky, the red-robed Demon God looked towards the Guto Xuefeng, a kind smile on his face.
"Fellow Daoist, I am the Morning Star Lord of the Demon Court. Have I never seen you before?"
Having traveled through various realms for many years, the moment he descended upon the Primordial World, he had already deduced the language of this realm.
Guto Xuefeng replied without changing his expression.
"I had been in seclusion for a while, and only recently finished my seclusion."
"Hearing that there was some commotion here, I came to investigate..."
"What exactly happened in the Primordial World that forces both sides to engage in such a battle?"
The red-robed Demon God said with a smile.
"You have been in seclusion for many years and know nothing of the Primordial World."
"Our Demon Tribe has already gone to war with the Witch Tribe."
"Today's battle was just a minor skirmish; such battles happen almost every day..."
"Come back to the Demon Court with me first, and I'll explain everything to you in detail..."
Hearing the words of the red-robed Demon God before him, Guto Xuefeng's face remained unchanged, but in reality, his heart was numb.
He had just thought it was a decisive battle between two major powers!
So this kind of world-destroying war, which would be considered a life-or-death struggle for any race in the Xuanhuang Realm, is just a minor skirmish that happens every day in this Primordial World!?