Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The demon race was not to be outdone, revealing their true forms, towering over ten zhang tall, blotting out the sky and the sun.

Faced with a huge gap, Zhou Yi was fearless and bravely met the challenge.

The forces of law clashed during the battle, distorting space and creating a bizarre scene, like a shattered mirror.

The humans on the ground looked up and saw that space was distorted, making it difficult to even recognize the appearance of their ancestors.

The tiny black dot and the enormous figure intertwined, each collision sparking brilliant fireworks that lit up the sky.

The clouds were dispersed by the fighting, revealing a jewel-like blue sky that vividly depicted the great battle.

Zhou Yi fought two enemies alone, yet he was in no way inferior, displaying remarkable agility.

The other three human ancestors were not so lucky. They were already at a disadvantage against two opponents, and now they were facing a three-on-four situation. The situation was critical. They were covered in wounds and their clothes were stained with blood, but they were still gritting their teeth and persevering.

"Zhou Yi, take the chance to leave. You have the ability to escape; humanity's last hope rests on your shoulders."

Suihuang transmitted his voice to Zhouyi, saying that he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Before he finished speaking, golden flames ignited in his eyes—the flame of humanity's heritage.

He can burn all his spiritual power to its limit, and even compress his spiritual power into a bomb after a battle to perish together with his enemy.

Youchao and Ziyi understood their elder brother's determination, and knew that this was a helpless move.

Suihuang gritted his teeth and persevered, while Youchaoshi resolutely rushed downwards, wanting to open a path for his people to survive, at the cost of sacrificing his own life, as well as the lives of Suihuang and Ziyishi.

All of this shocked Zhou Yi. He never expected that even though he had done his best to stop the saint's attack and force the demon race to retreat, he was still in dire straits.

At this critical moment, a cold voice pierced the deathly silence of the battlefield: "Sensing that the human race's powerful warriors are approaching, should we accelerate?"

For Zhou Yi, this sound was like a timely rain after a long drought.

"Speed ​​up!" Zhou Yi roared. "Suihuang, don't worry, our savior has arrived."

Upon hearing Zhou Yi's shout, the Emperor Sui, who was exerting all his strength and whose magical power was boiling, suddenly stopped.

He was prepared to perish together; he struggled even in a one-on-one situation, yet he gained the upper hand in a two-on-one fight, his imposing presence overwhelming.

But when Zhou Yi shouted, the flames on his body subsided slightly, and his momentum also weakened.

The opponent seized the opportunity and launched a fierce counterattack, instantly bringing the situation back to square one, with both sides locked in a stalemate once again.

The air was so tense it felt like it was about to burst. Just then, a blinding white light flashed, almost blinding everyone.

As the light faded, a young man dressed in a scholar's robe appeared before everyone. He was tall and upright, with an extraordinary temperament, like an immortal who had fallen from the sky.

"I didn't expect the demon race to be so rampant here," the young man said calmly, which inexplicably reassured the panicked people around him.

His expression was radiant, composed yet refreshing, giving off a sense of tranquility.

"Another one." The Nine-Colored Deer looked at the new young man, a hint of surprise flashing in its eyes, but more so, shock.

He thought his plan was foolproof, but he never expected that such a master would emerge from among the humans.

The Nine-Colored Deer wondered to itself why humans always seemed to produce extraordinary individuals in dire situations.

Just as the Book of Changes dictates, so too does this composed young man; their demeanor and methods of self-cultivation are both extraordinary.

Especially this young man, Fang Yun, was a renowned figure in ancient times. How could he appear among humans? If humans truly possessed such a master, how could they have fallen into such a state of destitution?

"Make your move!" Zhou Yi shouted.

"Yes!" Fang Yun said, and with a thought, a white jade pen appeared in the air, and he began to write.

Zhou Yi felt his blood boiling, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged like a tide, constantly strengthening his power.

Suihuang and the others also felt the same change. Their fatigue vanished, their eyes rekindled with the fire of battle, and their bodies were full of power.

Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about Suihuang and the others, and could concentrate on the battle.

With the support of spiritual power, he summoned another Bai Ze entity, and the two Bai Ze fought alongside him.

The Nine-Colored Deer was suffering terribly under the fierce attack. The golden flames on Bai Ze's body were extremely fierce, and once you touched them, you had to spend a lot of spiritual energy to suppress them.

In addition, the enormous phantom of fortune behind Zhou Yi possessed unfathomable power, and every strike was enough to turn the tide of battle.

Facing a demon general who was also at the Great Luo realm, Zhou Yi handled the situation with ease. The two Bai Ze, along with his own fierce attacks, left the enemy unable to resist and forced to retreat repeatedly.

Suihuang was also full of fighting spirit. Even if it meant exchanging injuries, he was determined to fight to the death. Every punch he threw carried earth-shattering power, causing the sky to change color and space to shatter.

The hurricane danced wildly with the force of his punches, turning everything in its path into ruins.

"How did this guy suddenly become so strong?" the enemy cried out in alarm.

The great demons screamed in terror.

They had initially thought that even if the Emperor of Fire burned his spiritual power, fighting two against one wouldn't put too much pressure on them. But now, that's a completely different story.

With a gentle stroke of his brush, Fang Yun conjured golden lines in the air, as agile as dragons and shimmering with a mysterious light.

These lines fell, tightly protecting the humans below.

In an instant, a burst of brilliant golden light shot out, condensing into an unbreakable protective barrier.

Those ferocious demons that rushed in shattered into pieces like porcelain once they hit the barrier, with blood splattering everywhere and limbs scattered all over the ground.

Zhou Yi glanced at the nine-colored deer, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Looks like your wishful thinking has backfired again. It seems the demon race can never escape this unfortunate fate. I remember the last one was also thoroughly humiliated by me."

Upon hearing this, the Nine-Colored Deer froze on the spot, its mind in turmoil.

He couldn't believe that his people had fallen to this human who had once been considered an ant. A surge of anger mixed with shock welled up in his heart.

"You! Human!" The Nine-Colored Deer gritted its teeth, its hatred burning.

This was the first time he had ever felt such complex emotions towards humanity.

The Book of Changes not only thwarted his plans time and again, but also defeated him head-on on the battlefield, shattering his pride.

"I said it before, the demon race harmed my people, and you will have to pay this blood debt." Zhou Yi's voice was even more resolute. Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared like a ray of light.

"Oh no!" Just as the Nine-Colored Deer realized what was happening, Zhou Yi had already circled around to the back of another demon general.

The demon general was completely focused on dealing with the illusion of Bai Ze created by Zhou Yi and was unaware of the approaching danger. It wasn't until Bai Ze suddenly pounced on him with sparks flying that he realized someone was behind him.

Behind Zhou Yi, a huge shadow of fortune raised its palm high and slammed it down.

This palm strike was like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking; the demon general's vision went black as an irresistible force attacked from behind.

He resisted with all his might, but to no avail. He could only watch helplessly as he was slammed to the ground, the sound of his bones breaking clearly audible, like the death knell.

With a loud bang, the demon general was slammed heavily to the ground and turned into a pile of minced meat.

In the distance, the demon soldiers who were trying to break through the barrier were also blown about by this force, wailing in pain.

As soon as the demon general died, the aura of death spread rapidly, chilling everyone to the bone.

Many among the demon race began to have second thoughts and wanted to retreat. Although they were members of the ten great demon general families and it was not easy for them to cultivate to the Great Luo realm, it would be worth it to fight to the death with the witch race for the honor of the demon race.