Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

After all, there is a deep-seated hatred between the demon race and the human race. If these two choose to help at this time, the demon race's plan today will surely fail.

Mi Xi said with a hint of pleading, "Sage of Literature, please have mercy!"

Just then, Nuwa let out a cold snort from the sky, followed by a powerful divine might descending.

However, this time the power wasn't used to punish the demon race, but rather to form an invisible barrier, forcing the twelve demon gods to retreat. Their faces instantly turned pale, and they dared not make any further moves.

"Let's go!" The twelve demon gods left these words and quickly departed.

Zhou Yi observed all of this with great interest, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "So Nuwa is also a two-faced person. What she says and what she does are completely different. On the one hand, she wants to maintain her own face, but on the other hand, she does such a thing to lower her status for her brother."

Nuwa naturally heard Zhou Yi's words, but she did not respond. She simply stood quietly outside the primordial world, observing everything around her with indifferent eyes.

If Zhou Yi dares to take action, she will definitely retaliate immediately.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi sighed helplessly, waved his hand, turned and slowly left, muttering to himself, "Consider yourselves lucky!"

In reality, he harbored a deep hatred for the demon race and longed to immediately annihilate them all.

Although he currently has contracts with both humans and demons, he will never show mercy given the opportunity.

He had already planned that after the Lich War ended, when the demon race retreated to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he would try to completely seal off that area, leaving them with nowhere to call for help.

The demon generals noticed the gaze Zhou Yi cast as he left, and as if pierced by a cold wind, they involuntarily shivered.

That cold gaze filled them with fear.

Seeing Zhou Yi leave, the others breathed a sigh of relief and bowed in the direction Nuwa had gone, expressing their gratitude: "Thank you, Sage Nuwa!"

However, Nuwa ignored them and left directly.

The turmoil in the Heavenly Court did not affect the bloody massacre taking place in the mortal realm. The Nine-Colored Deer clan had been lying in ambush for a long time, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

At this point, the making of the Witch-Slaying Sword was nearing completion, with only the final steps remaining.

At this critical moment, the new human race suddenly received a message from Nuwa, reminding them to find a safe place to take refuge as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this news, everyone immediately rushed to the safe zone marked by Nuwa, with only one thought in their minds: to survive.

"Have they all hidden inside?" a demon general sneered, his eyes filled with contempt. "Thinking that will guarantee their safety? How naive!"

Having said that, he took a step forward, preparing to take further action.

With unimaginable power, he threw the first punch at the huge circular object.

However, his expression changed drastically just as his fist was about to touch the target.

An even more powerful force rebounded from the circle, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string. He traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

At this moment, the large circle quietly transformed into a golden protective shield, tightly protecting the human race inside.

There are very few new humans outside. As long as the humans hiding in the protective shield can be eliminated, the demon race's mission for today will be successfully completed.

But this sudden change has put the demon race in a predicament. They look at the seemingly insurmountable golden barrier and feel helpless.

After the initial panic, the humans inside the barrier breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that they were safe for the time being.

Just as they were racking their brains about how to break through the barrier, Bai Ze appeared silently beside them.

"Demon General!" the crowd exclaimed in surprise, quickly gathering around. The Nine-Colored Deer hurriedly grabbed Bai Ze, pointing anxiously at the huge circular object ahead and asking, "What's going on? Why can't we get in?"

Bai Ze sighed and solemnly told everyone everything Nuwa had done.

Upon hearing these words, everyone's expression changed, their eyes filled with shock. "The Witch-Slaying Sword was only one step away from completion, how could this happen?"

The nine-colored deer angrily pounded the ground, leaving a deep crater.

Bai Ze spread his hands, saying helplessly, "Things have come to this point, there's nothing we can do. For now, we can only let them go for the time being. Anyway, they will continue to reproduce, and new targets will always appear."

Faced with this reality, everyone was unwilling but had no choice but to accept it.

Subsequently, the Nine-Colored Deer clan decided to step out from behind the scenes and begin planning a new operation.

Every day, they drive large numbers of edible demonic beasts to the barrier. This barrier seems to have its own will, only blocking members of the demon race from passing through, while having no effect on other races.

At first, humans simply couldn't believe that these monsters were edible.

At first, they were reluctant to try eating the flesh of monsters.

However, as time went by, hunger gradually eroded their sanity.

Finally, someone mustered up the courage to try a bite of the monster's flesh.

Once it was confirmed that it was safe and harmless, driven by hunger, everyone joined the scramble for food.

One after another, the monsters were quickly devoured.

When night falls, they hide in the caves within the barrier, thinking that this will allow them to avoid the surveillance of the demon race outside.

Little did they know, the Nine-Colored Deer and the others had already seen through their every move, leaving them with no secrets whatsoever.

"Enjoy your meal! Once you've eaten your fill, focus on procreation." The Nine-Colored Deer sneered, "This small circle will eventually reach its limit. Given the nature of humans, new troubles will surely follow in a few decades."

The Nine-Colored Deer and Bai Ze stood at a distance, observing everything with indifference.

For humans, whose lifespans are short, the concept of time is blurred. A mere few years is enough for them to forget the painful lessons their ancestors learned.

At this moment, these people are huddled in a small, dark cave, barely surviving on the food provided by the Nine-Colored Deer Clan.

The Nine-Colored Deer clan seemed to be gods who controlled life and death, arbitrarily distributing food to these humans.

Beneath this seemingly peaceful life lie countless crises.

As time went by, the human population suddenly increased, and a fat man named Liu Yun emerged as a new leader.

Compared to his predecessor, Liu Yun's appearance was out of place; he was obese, and his fat jiggled when he moved.

In this place where there are neither magic arts nor exquisite techniques passed down, one's status depends on the faint innate power and physical strength within one's body.

With his massive size, Liu Yun gained the upper hand in the battle and quickly unified all his people.

Standing atop the cave, Liu Yun delivered a mobilization speech: "Fellow countrymen, as long as we stay here and ensure our own safety, the evil forces outside will continue to supply us with food and will never let us starve. All we need to do is wait patiently until we become strong enough."

His voice echoed in the cave, sounding hollow and weak.