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Chapter 1236

"Xiaoyaozi, after today, the Northern Human Race will be completely ruined, all thanks to you."

The voice of the Warlock Senluo was extremely cold and harsh: "Hope is a poison that harms people; it's better to have none than to have none."

“Originally, according to the Holy King’s plan, at most five generations of succession, the people of the six northern states would forget the past, sincerely become the subordinate clan of my witch clan, and give up resistance.”

"But now, you have given them hope of resistance, and destruction is imminent."

"When the Holy King arrives, it will be the day of your death and those people's death. My Witch Clan will break all the backbone of the human race."

Xiaoyaozi, a smile playing on his lips, was about to answer when he suddenly heard a deafening cry from afar.

That was the phoenix formed by Lu Zhigang's fist skills, agile and graceful, with swarms of insects and venomous creatures gathering in tornadoes around it, vying to tear at the phoenix's massive body.

Newly joined shaman leaders participated in the siege, encroaching on space in all directions and compressing the battlefield.

A tidal wave of attacks rained down, attempting to extinguish Cheng Feng's leaping flames.

At the most critical moment, Cheng Feng suddenly raised its head and let out a long cry that shook the heavens and the surrounding area.

Starting with the nearest swarm of insects, all attacks were reduced to ashes. Gu Kings and witch beasts could not withstand the impact and fell from the sky, causing the ground to shake violently.

"Did you hear that? This is the voice of resistance of the Northern People. We would rather die speaking out than live in silence."

Hearing Xiaoyaozi say this, Senluo Wu sneered, "I understand the human race better than you. Out of hundreds of millions of people, most are silent and few speak out. Otherwise, the six northern states would not have allowed my Wu clan to take over."

"Once we kill a few of the ringleaders of the resistance, the situation over there will be settled."

“Last time, the Holy King killed Zhen Beige and destroyed Bei Xuanzhu, gaining control of the six northern states. This time, we only need to wipe out your remnants, and this land will completely belong to my Wu clan.”

Chi, standing nearby, grunted and finally couldn't help but speak up, "Stop arguing! Can't you see I can't hold on much longer?"

It turned out that a bronze cauldron was also pressing down on the two of them from above, freezing the space around them.

Chi Xiong used all his strength to keep the bronze cauldron from falling. Although Senluo Wu was good at arguing, he put all the pressure on him, causing him to sweat profusely and his blood vessels to swell.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

Senluo Wu felt embarrassed to apologize. He tensed his waist, straightened his spine, and felt the force of his feet springing up like roots. It flowed through his limbs and bones, and when he released it from his fists, it was amplified a million times.

With a thud and a clang, the sounds of fists striking the bronze cauldron echoed far and wide.

With his help, Chi Xiong was finally able to remove one of his arms and catch his breath.

Then more bad news arrived.

"The Great Shaman Xue Liao died at the hands of Liu Jingguo, and the western front is about to fall."

Upon hearing this, the two great shamans broke out in a cold sweat. How could such bad news come so suddenly?
As the Great Witch Chief, Xueqi was an "old man" of the same era as Hutiannu, and he was not left too far behind by the younger generation in the rise of the Witch Clan.

He was steady and reliable in his work, and was one of the Holy King's most valued subordinates.

As a result, this person, with the assistance of other great shamans, was actually killed by Liu Jinguo with a single blow.

The death of this person directly led to the collapse of a corner of the battlefield. None of the other great shaman leaders could compare to Xue Qi, and they could no longer stop Liu Jingguo's killing spree.

"Where is Mo Guli?"

"He's dealing with the Little Martial Saint, and he won't be able to defeat him anytime soon." The implication is that the Little Martial Saint's strength has increased dramatically, and he can now fight Mo Guli to a standstill.

Senluo Wu and Chi Xiong exchanged glances and made up their minds. With the Holy King's arrival imminent, there was no need to proceed step by step.

The better strategy is to disrupt the battlefield, causing the enemy to gather in one group, making it easier to wipe them out in one fell swoop. "..."

Immediately afterwards, in various battlefields surrounding Beixuan Prefecture, the shamans simultaneously received orders to move flexibly and were no longer required to hold their defensive lines; if the enemy wanted to charge, they were to be allowed to charge through.

This order was like a timely rain. The shamans were already in a very difficult situation, but warriors attacked desperately from all sides, risking death and injury.

The next moment, the defenses of the various witches were breached, and the people from different directions of the resistance forces met and greeted each other from a distance when they saw familiar faces.

"Oh, you're here too. How long has it been?"

"You're not dead, you're still alive, that's good, that's good."

"I came here with Venerable Cao. Where did you come from? Isn't the Vast Swamp Sea the territory of the Poisonous Goose?" "..."

As the young martial arts master Zhou Ti and Mo Guli fought and retreated, the witches and warriors around them were like wheat in a field, splashing through large waves, and their companions were occasionally injured by the aftershocks.

Not far away, Mu Sigui fought with a powerful shaman for a moment, then killed him with a flick of his wrist. He frowned and pulled out strands of Gu worms thinner than a hair from the flesh of his arm.

The two exchanged a glance across the distance, understanding each other without words, and then focused on dealing with the enemy in front of them.

Further away, the phoenix swooped down from the sky, sweeping across the battlefield. The worms and beasts around the sorcerers spontaneously combusted without fire, and some sorcerers even shattered the flames to launch a counterattack.

The enormous head of the Gu worm, as big as a mountain, frantically tore at the phoenix, only to be pecked and stabbed by its sharp claws, causing blood to gush out and a foul stench to fill the air.

"Poisonous Goose" Lu Zhigang roamed the battlefield, growing stronger with each battle, while Lu Chongsheng and Chu Jianxiu, who followed behind him, became inconspicuous.

Suddenly, someone saw Chu Jianxiu and shouted, "Bao Xiaozi, Bao Xiaozi!"

Upon first seeing Xiu Tiao turn his gaze to him, he realized that it was an old friend from Wanxiu Mountain, with a severed head hanging from his waist.

They immediately fought their way through the enemy and arrived in front of them.

When Wanxiu Mountain was destroyed, Chu Jianxiu's maternal grandfather Bao Tieshan and mother perished in the chaos. However, a martial arts master named Li Hao was lucky enough to escape with his life and even helped him get away.

When Chu Jianxiu first met Li Hao, she knew that Li Hao was Zhou You's good friend from humble beginnings. Even when Li Hao joined Wanxiu Mountain, it was Zhou You who introduced him. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him "uncle" in terms of seniority.

Li Hao later joined the resistance forces and continued to fight against the witches alongside Zhou You's son, the Little Martial Saint.

Unexpectedly, this uncle was incredibly lucky; many elderly people have died over the years, but he is still alive.

When Chu Jianxiu was about to greet him, she saw that the head hanging from Li Hao's waist was actually an acquaintance.

"You noticed it too? This is a traitor from our Wanxiu Mountain. He defected to the witches, revealed the sect's secret stronghold, and led people to hunt down our old brothers everywhere, bah!"

"When I just chopped off his head, this scoundrel was actually crying. Even beasts cry?"

Having witnessed too many similar incidents, Chu Jianxiu exclaimed emphatically, "Well done! A satisfying kill!"

Li Hao nodded at him, "Bao boy, you're stronger than me, go kill more witches!"

After saying that, he turned and rushed into the crowd, but after a moment he disappeared from sight.

(End of this chapter)