Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Ultimately, he met a tragic end due to his greed and folly, without even a chance to escape.

With Liu Yun's death, the people in the cave seemed to regain their freedom. They sang and danced to celebrate the end of the tyrant, bravely walked out of the cave, and released their long-suppressed emotions in front of the public, welcoming the so-called "new life".

Having experienced the oppression of the demon race, this new generation of humans seems to have awakened some kind of primal instinct.

After solving their basic needs for food and clothing, they began to reproduce rapidly, and their population increased several times over in a short period of time.

However, they were unaware of the enormous crisis hidden behind this apparent prosperity: some people were forced to become reproductive tools, while the vast majority of the rest were offered as sacrifices to the demon race to forge the witch-slaying sword.

Thirty years have passed in a flash, and the space within the circle has been filled by a rapidly growing population, making survival resources extremely scarce.

Many people were pushed out of the safe zone, and in their ignorance, their first thought was to find the Nine-Colored Deer Clan, because in their minds, the Nine-Colored Deer Clan were gods who gave them food and protection, and they needed to be devoutly served.

Seeing the humans come to their doorstep, a cruel glint flashed in the eyes of the Nine-Colored Deer clan. They had long prepared their butcher's knives, waiting for this moment to arrive.

"These humans are utterly foolish, attack!" The demon general coldly ordered, his voice devoid of any pity.

Thus, the humans who were joyfully heading towards the demon race were instantly subjected to a bloody massacre, their terrified eyes not even having a chance to express a scream.

The merciless attack swiftly claimed lives, and blood immediately soaked the ground.

Upon witnessing this horrific scene, the people inside the cave immediately descended into chaos, and fear spread rapidly like a plague.

People pushed and trampled each other in the cramped space, making the already crowded cave even more chaotic.

The chaos resulted in even more people being pushed out of the cave, only to be met with the cold, ruthless blades of the demon race.

Shockingly, the people who caused the most casualties were not the demon executioners waiting for their prey outside, but the humans themselves.

In their extreme panic, they lost their minds, pushing and trampling each other, resulting in the deaths of many innocent people. The death toll far exceeded the losses directly caused by the demon race.

Afterwards, these mountains of corpses were ruthlessly thrown out as sacrifices to forge the witch-slaying sword.

As a strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air, the Witch-Slaying Sword was finally completed, emitting a strange and alluring red light.

"It's finally finished!" The Nine-Colored Deer looked at the newly forged longsword, a hint of excitement flashing in its eyes, and said to Bai Ze beside it, "Let's go."

They had been in this place for too long and didn't want to stay a moment longer.

After obtaining the sword, the Nine-Colored Deer decisively led everyone to a swift retreat.

The humans who remained in the cave breathed a slight sigh of relief after seeing the demons leave.

At this time, the population inside the cave had been reduced by more than half. Looking at the silent world outside, they were filled with fear. No one dared to risk going out to explore and could only silently huddle in the cave.

Meanwhile, on the Demon Court, Taiyi God and Dijun, after years of recuperation, gradually regained some of their power.

Sitting in the Lingxiao Palace, Emperor Jun sighed, "We are so grateful for Fu Xi's help this time, otherwise Nuwa would never have let us off so easily."

Recalling the scene, his brows furrowed, and he was still shaken.

"If I had enough strength, how could I have fallen to such a state?" Taiyi Shen's face was gloomy, and he angrily slammed his fist on the armrest.

Di Jun's eyes revealed a resolute determination: "Our only way out now is to defeat the Wu Clan, dominate the prehistoric world, and reclaim everything we have lost."

At this moment, Bai Ze and the Nine-Colored Deer rushed over and respectfully presented the blood-red, menacing sword.

Upon seeing this, Taiyi Shen and Di Jun stood up at the same time, staring intently at the sword.

The newly forged sword is the Witch-Slaying Sword.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!" Taiyi Shen took the sword and praised it three times, his face beaming with excitement.

He gently waved his hand and firmly grasped the longsword, feeling the powerful energy surging from its blade. He secretly compared it to the previous one, thinking, "Compared to the previous one, this Witch-Slaying Sword, forged with the power of the new human race, seems to be even more powerful."

"You have rendered outstanding service today!" Emperor Jun's voice echoed in the hall as he announced, "Go back and prepare yourselves. When the war between the Lich and the Demon Clan breaks out, our Demon Clan will surely win the final victory."

His words were full of anticipation for the future, as if he had already foreseen the day when the demon race would rule the prehistoric world.

Meanwhile, in the human realm, the new human race endured another two long months of hardship.

Without the food source provided by the Nine-Colored Deer Clan, they were forced to consume everything edible in the shelter, including grass roots and tree bark, leaving the shelter desolate and in stark contrast to the outside world.

Finally, someone could no longer bear the torment of hunger and rushed out of their hiding place, shouting loudly.

The others inside the cave had closed their eyes, awaiting his devastating news. However, something unexpected happened. The man rushed out and burst into laughter: "They're gone! They've all left! We, the new human race, can finally set foot on this land again!"

"These new humans are truly pitiful."

In the distance, Xiao Ling'er and Shan watched everything unfold before them quietly, their eyes filled with deep sympathy and sighs.

Despite feeling a surge of pity, their purpose was clear: to assess the current state of the new human race, to see how many survivors remained and their living conditions.

After observing for a while, although somewhat disappointed, I gained a general understanding of the situation.

"Let's go, Sister Ling'er, don't linger here, lest you feel upset."

Looking down at the disheveled and barely clothed new humans, Shan frowned, filled with disgust, and didn't want to stay a moment longer.

Xiao Ling'er also looked reluctant, nodded slightly, and the two quickly left.

However, their figures were spotted by the first human man who rushed out.

The man had excellent eyesight and hid in the nearby weeds after rushing out. As he looked up, he saw the two figures walking away.

"Who are these people?" the man wondered. "Why are their clothes so magnificent? And why do they possess such immense power?"

Deep within him, doubts and amazement intertwined, making it difficult for him to remain calm.

Under the rules of Heaven, there are clear differences between the new human race and the old human race.

Although we've gone our separate ways, our blood ties remain.

Therefore, in that instant, the man recognized the other person as one of his own kind.

However, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth. His people were ragged and starving.

The other party, however, was dressed in fine clothes, and every move they made revealed extraordinary strength. Even the way they left was beyond his comprehension.