Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 187 The Demon Saint Falls, Dark Clouds Press Down on the City

After an unknown amount of time, outside the Blood River Formation, the Ghost Chariot, which had perished countless times, finally could not withstand the attack of the Styx River and perished once again.

At the moment the ghost carriage fell, Styx had a sudden thought.

The Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Lotus suddenly began to spin.

Then, a white streak of karmic fire flew out.

He began refining the origin of the Ghost Chariot, and as a Quasi-Saint, his origin became incredibly profound.

Before one's source energy is exhausted, it is a very difficult thing to kill a quasi-saint cultivator.

Karmic Fire Red Lotus, the karmic fire of the red lotus can burn the physical body, magical power, primordial spirit, and even karma.

After an unknown amount of time, the massive mass of ghostly essence in mid-air was completely burned away.

The Demon Saint's fall caused universal grief, and in an instant, an immense sorrow filled everyone's hearts.

"Damn it, how dare you kill a quasi-saint of my demon race!"

Feilian and Shangyang were truly anxious. A dignified demon saint had fallen in the sea of ​​blood.

When they returned to the Heavenly Court, they couldn't even imagine how furious His Majesty the Demon Emperor would be.

Tens of thousands of miles away from the Blood River Formation, Mosquito Daoist gasped and shook his head, shouting.

"Our ancestor is mighty! Our ancestor is mighty!"

After using his supreme magical power to slay the most unruly ghost chariot, Styx finally felt relieved.

It felt like I had swatted a mosquito that kept buzzing around me.

He calmly looked at Fei Lian Demon Saint and Shang Yang Demon Saint, who were trapped by the supreme power of the Blood River within the Blood River Formation, and stopped what he was doing, as if he was pondering something.

After pondering for a while, Styx waved his hand, and the Supreme Blood River Array transformed into countless specks of blood-red light, flying into the sea of ​​blood and disappearing from sight.

With the Blood River Formation broken, Fei Lian and Shang Yang huddled together, filled with apprehension and vigilance.

Previously, when I saw my own emperor suppressing Styx, I didn't understand the situation clearly. I just thought that Styx, who was known as the Lord of the Blood Sea, was not very strong.

But today, when the three demon saints fought the Styx alone, they saw just how terrifying the Styx's strength really was!

Styx glanced at the two indifferently, "Compared to Guiche, you have a better attitude. I won't kill you. Leave this place."

Feilian and Shangyang did not move, but continued to watch the Styx warily.

The Styx River has never been a reliable source of information in the primordial world.

They were genuinely afraid that the moment they turned to leave, Styx would ambush them from behind.

If you end up losing both your wife and your army, that would be a real loss.

Styx's face immediately turned cold. "You don't believe me, do you?"

"I'm giving you ten breaths to leave the sea of ​​blood, or you'll end up like this ghost carriage, stuck here forever."

The Styx River's voice suddenly became calm.

A strong, pungent smell of blood wafted over, sending chills down one's spine.

"Let's go."

Feilian and Shangyang exchanged a glance, and without the slightest hesitation, they transformed into a streak of light, carrying the 100,000 elite troops of the Heavenly Court behind them, and flew towards the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Styx simply watched them leave indifferently, without making any other move.

A moment later, Mosquito Taoist came over, a greedy glint in his eyes.

"Ancestor, why didn't you leave the remaining two great demon saints behind? These are the top combat forces of the Heavenly Court. If you left them all behind, who in the prehistoric world would dare to underestimate you?"

Styx glanced indifferently at Mosquito Daoist, "Is killing just one Ghost Chariot not enough to prove the Ancestor's strength?"

"Of course."

Mosquito Taoist quickly responded with a smile.

Styx's expression turned serious, and he spoke meaningfully.

"Killing a Quasi-Saint is painful for the Heavenly Court, but it is still within its tolerance. It won't cause them to come to the Blood Sea and cause trouble for the Ancestor. However, if I were to wipe them all out without leaving a single one alive, it would definitely alarm the two Demon Emperors."

"Although I am not afraid of the Heavenly Court, I am too lazy to fight a pointless battle with them. It would be better to let them go and have some peace and quiet."

"Ancestor, your insight is profound. I just wonder how things are at Longevity Mountain and the ancestral land of the human race."

Mosquito Taoist suddenly spoke.

Styx smiled and said, "Although that old man Zhenyuan is not as strong as me, he is not to be underestimated. Most importantly, he has the Earth Membrane, which can mobilize the power of billions of mountains and rivers. The Earth Book Array is not just for show. Rest assured, the human race will be safe."

With the bloodbath at the sea of ​​blood, the battle of Wanshou Mountain came to an end.

On the edge of the East China Sea, on the vast plains, dark clouds loomed, threatening to crush the city, creating an atmosphere of oppression.

The Demon Master Kunpeng, along with the Demon Saints Meng, Qinyuan, and Feidan, reigned supreme over the Holy City of Humanity.

Following the four quasi-saints of the demon race, there were also a densely packed force of 100,000 elite demon warriors!

These demon races exist at every level: Earth Immortal, Celestial Immortal, True Immortal, and Profound Immortal.

There are even quite a few Golden Immortals and Taiyi cultivators.

Among the countless people, there are even demon gods at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, like venomous snakes, lurking in the shadows, ready to launch a fatal attack.

Such a lineup is terrifying, and could even wipe out more than 99 percent of the forces in the entire prehistoric world.

And this is only a fraction of the Heavenly Court's power.

On the tall, imposing walls of the human holy city, Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi stood tall and calmly observed everything.

Youchao chuckled self-deprecatingly, "The Heavenly Court really thinks highly of us, arranging such a powerful force."

Ziyi reminded him from the side, "Second brother, this time the Heavenly Court has divided its forces into three routes, and the area before the Human Race's Holy City is just one of them."

Suirenshi stood with his hands behind his back, his face solemn. "Today, there will be a bloody battle before the Holy City. Are you all ready?"

"Don't worry, brother. Our human race only has heroes who die in battle, and never cowards who live in dishonor."

After speaking, Youchao pointed to the interior of the human race's holy city.

On that boundless plaza, countless humans, clad in armor and armed with unwavering resolve, gazed up at the rolling, demonic clouds stretching across the sky.

Their cultivation levels varied greatly, ranging from Earth Immortals, Heavenly Immortals, Mysterious Immortals, and Taiyi Golden Immortals to even the four realms of mortals, the realms of refining essence into qi, and refining spirit into emptiness.

Their cultivation levels varied, but there was not a trace of fear in their eyes.

All that remained was the will to fight, the will to tear everything apart.

The determination to fight to the death, even at the cost of one's own life, is to tear a piece of flesh from the enemy.

Demon Master Kunpeng slowly walked to the top of the cloud, looking down at everyone, and spoke slowly.

"We are acting on the decree of His Majesty the Demon Emperor to extract the souls of humans and forge the Witch-Slaying Sword. The three progenitors cannot disobey the Demon Emperor's orders, so you should obey."

Kunpeng's voice was very calm. Even after he could sense the aura of many Great Luo Golden Immortals emanating from the ancestral land of the human race, he did not care.

Although the human race has a large population, its top combat strength is nowhere near that of the Heavenly Court.

Today, Kunpeng is determined to take all the humans in the Holy City of Humanity, and no one can stop him.

(End of this chapter)