Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Nine-Colored Deer and the Demon General charged forward like lightning. The Youchao Clan and the Ziyi Clan dared not be careless and quickly went to meet them in battle.

The Fire Emperor brandished his weapon, and a ball of golden flame instantly ignited, distorting the surrounding air. The intense heat made space seem to be torn apart.

However, this attack was still insufficient against a formidable foe like the Nine-Colored Deer.

The demon generals nearby seized the opportunity to help, and the two cooperated very well, suppressing the Emperor Sui completely.

Despite his best efforts and the use of various spells, he was still unable to change the situation.

The Youchao and Ziyi clans also joined the battle, but the situation remained critical.

These three human experts used all their strength, but they still couldn't break through the demon race's defenses.

The four fought fiercely, yet miraculously managed to maintain a draw.

It must be understood that the three of them, including Suihuang, barely managed to enter the ranks of the Great Luo Golden Immortals only because of a trace of merit. Their true strength was worlds apart from that of the demon race.

The two opponents alone were enough to overwhelm them. They dared not relax for a moment, for any lapse in concentration could bring about a fatal blow.

At this moment, the demon soldiers outside pounced on the remaining humans like a pack of ravenous wolves.

The agonizing screams echoed once more above Mount Buzhou, the bloody scene replaying like a nightmare from history. But this time, the situation was far more horrific; there was no conspiracy to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword, only blatant slaughter.

Countless lives fell, only to be devoured.

Emperor Sui was frantic with worry, but helpless, and could only watch as his people were slaughtered.

"Quick! Go find the Book of Changes!" Youchao shouted hoarsely, his voice almost drowned out by the wind.

The messenger suddenly awoke, sprang up, and ran wildly toward the direction of the Book of Changes.

"Hey, trying to escape? No way!" A ruthless glint flashed in the Nine-Colored Deer's eyes, and a dazzling white light suddenly burst forth from its palm, shooting swiftly towards the messenger like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

The light was as fast as lightning, striking its target instantly. The person fell like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground with a deafening roar.

Witnessing this scene, Emperor Sui's heart sank to the bottom. This was the only person who could quickly find Zhou Yi; no one else could break through the demon race's impenetrable defenses.

"Don't waste your energy, you're all going to die. That Zhou Yi can only come here to collect your corpses." The Nine-Colored Deer's voice was deep and sinister, lingering in the air for a long time.

Where the messenger fell, a blood-stained hand slowly emerged from the pool of blood. He was covered in blood, his spiritual energy was in complete chaos, and every effort he made to mobilize it was excruciatingly painful.

However, when he looked back and saw the horrific scene behind him, a strong will to survive surged within him. He endured the excruciating pain and crawled laboriously into the distance.

On the other side, Yao Yan was leading his clansmen in cultivation. Suddenly, a figure covered in blood crashed heavily in front of them.

"Save...people..." the man managed to utter two words, each syllable sounding as if he had used up his last bit of strength.

Zhou Yi recognized the man immediately; it was the messenger who had delivered the message earlier. He was barely breathing, yet he still mustered all his strength to say, "The migrating caravan... encountered demons... danger... hurry..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice trailed off, and the flame of his life gradually died out.

Along the way, he endured the pain of his meridians being torn apart; anyone else would have collapsed long ago.

Only he persevered to this point through sheer willpower. After uttering his last word, his body finally gave way, and he slowly collapsed, his blood blooming into tiny flowers on the ground.

Zhou Yi and Yao Yan exchanged a glance.

Just as Yao Yan was about to rush out, Zhou Yi stopped him.

"What's the rush? There are still people here who need your protection. You stay here, I'll go." Zhou Yi's voice was firm and powerful, brooking no argument.

"But Ancestor, your safety is the most important thing." Yao Yan was extremely anxious.

The Book of Changes is the core of the human race. As long as it exists, it can continuously gather powerful individuals to support it and change the fate of the human race.

"Don't worry, don't you know my strength?" Zhou Yi smiled slightly. "If I can't beat you, can't I at least run away? Don't worry."

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards Mount Buzhou, leaving only a blurry shadow behind.

Yao Yan sighed helplessly, bent down, and carefully picked up the deceased, his expression solemn.

Seeing this, the surrounding clansmen gathered around, tears in their eyes, and silently buried the deceased with Yao Yan.

On the other side, the situation for the Emperor of Fire was already precarious. They were outnumbered three to two, yet had no chance of winning.

Other human beings were like lambs to the slaughter in front of the demon soldiers, powerless to resist.

However, Suihuang gradually realized something was wrong. His opponent had several opportunities to seriously injure him, but deliberately held back, only forcing him to retreat. This made him uneasy.

Looking back, the situation was similar for other human races.

Although the demons were carrying out massacres, they seemed to be restraining themselves, ensuring that people died every moment without causing the human race to be wiped out instantly, which was obviously a way to buy time.

"Distracted? You're asking for death!" the Nine-Colored Deer roared, slamming its enormous hand down.

Suihuang was unable to dodge in time and was struck hard in the chest.

With a loud bang, he was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The Nine-Colored Deer glanced around disdainfully, and just as it was about to continue its actions, Zhou Yi's figure suddenly appeared.

Within Zhou Yi's body, a power flowed leisurely, a mysterious energy containing miraculous fortune.

In the blink of an eye, a Bai Ze divine beast, its entire body enveloped in golden flames, pounced on the Nine-Colored Deer like lightning cutting through the sky.

Its speed was so fast that the Nine-Colored Deer felt a wave of scorching heat rushing towards it, catching it off guard.

Bai Ze and the Nine-Colored Deer collided violently. The Nine-Colored Deer hastily revealed its true form, but even so, it was still knocked back several steps, golden flames erupting from its body. It used all its strength to extinguish the flames with its spiritual power.

"The Zhouyi, the ancestor of humanity!" The nine-colored deer's voice was cold and echoed all around.

Zhou Yi landed steadily, and Suihuang and the other two quickly surrounded him. They never expected to meet again at this critical moment of life and death. Their hearts were filled with mixed feelings, but they could only fight side by side against the Nine-Colored Deer.

Although there were four of them and only two opponents, seemingly giving them the upper hand, the Nine-Colored Deer remained unusually calm.

"Zhou Yi, I've finally waited for you." Before the Nine-Colored Deer finished speaking, four figures suddenly appeared in the sky.

As soon as they arrived, the demon soldiers no longer hid, revealing their ferocious faces and launching a merciless attack on the humans. On the battlefield, shouts of battle and screams of agony mingled, echoing through the sky.

"Six against four, Zhou Yi, you may be strong, but these three burdens won't help you," the Nine-Colored Deer mocked.

The aura of the six Great Luo Golden Immortals seemed to freeze the space, making the air heavy and suffocating.

The clash of their auras caused the heavens and earth to change color, and the clouds, as thin as paper, were torn to shreds. No further words were needed; the battle was about to erupt.

Zhou Yi's expression was solemn as he gave it his all. Behind him, the shadow of destiny appeared, surrounded by Bai Ze and shimmering with golden light.