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

Chapter 188 The Demon Clan's Slaughtering Blade Begins!

On the walls of the holy city of humanity, Suirenshi stood fearless, and instead laughed as he listened to Kunpeng's words.

"The Demon Master's ideas are truly novel. The demon race has already raised its sword to kill, yet it expects us to surrender and obediently face death. We have long heard of the Heavenly Court's tyranny, but seeing is believing. Now we have truly witnessed it."

Kunpeng's face turned cold as he glanced sideways at the back of the Three Ancestors.

The million-strong army in the human square curled their lips into a cold smile.

"You don't really think you can stop my demon army with your rabble, do you?"

"Surrender now, and there will be less bloodshed. If we resist stubbornly, we will only drag countless humans in the Holy City into the abyss."

Suirenshi sneered repeatedly, his fighting spirit soaring to the sky. "According to the Demon Master, whether we resist or not, we will die. So we might as well bite off a piece of your flesh before we die."

"What arrogance!"

Kunpeng's face immediately darkened. "You're all courting death!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the million demon soldiers behind him, under the command of the three demon saints, formed a military formation, neat and uniform, fully armed and ready to fight, with an imposing momentum.

A thick aura of killing intent swept over us, even turning the clear sky into an eerie black.

Just as Kunpeng was about to launch a general offensive and break through the human race's holy city in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, a figure appeared above the human holy city.

The man wiped his sweat and muttered something under his breath.

"Ten years is a bit of a tight timeframe, but the formation is finally complete."

The speaker was Zhao Gongming. When he first came to the ancestral land of the human race, he was not idle either.

Instead, they set about setting up a large array within the ancestral lands of the human race.

There are far too many humans in the ancestral land of humanity, numbering in the hundreds of billions.

Although there were quite a few powerful cultivators among them, the majority were the elderly, children, women, and kids.

Once humans and demons go to war, even the slightest aftershock of the battle can cause massive casualties among humans.

Therefore, Zhao Gongming had no choice but to set up a large formation to protect their safety.

Zhao Gongming exhaled a breath of turbid air. With a wave of his hand, he pointed to the human race's holy city as the center, and then moved east, south, west, and north.

Almost simultaneously, intense and brilliant light ignited in all four directions.

Within the holy city of humans, countless humans gazed into the distance and saw four flags of different colors flying towards the center of the holy city.

Ancient, mysterious, complex, and obscure Dao patterns centered around four flags.

It spread out in all directions, and soon enveloped the entire holy city of the human race.

Then, a dense and brilliant light surged from countless array patterns, transforming into a thick golden barrier at an extremely fast speed.

This formation consumed a great deal of Zhao Gongming's time, and its rank was extremely high, making it unparalleled in defense.

Even if a quasi-saint level expert were to intervene, there would be absolutely no possibility of breaking through it.

"The Holy Master has succeeded!"

The three ancestors of Suirenshi breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at the golden barrier that blotted out the sky.

I felt like I was back home, completely at ease.

Throughout the entire holy city of humanity, countless humans were overcome with excitement, and towards the end, they shouted loudly, "Holy Master!"

"Holy Master!"

"Holy Master!"

As soon as Zhao Gongming let go, the four large flags in his hands trembled slightly.

Next, they landed in the four directions of east, west, south, and north to reinforce the defensive formation set up by Zhao Gongming.

After doing all this, Zhao Gongming slowly flew to the side of the three ancestors of the human race.

Above the rolling, sky-covering demonic clouds, Kunpeng stared at Zhao Gongming's figure, his eyes narrowing in surprise.

Why is this chief disciple of the Jie Sect, who wasn't cultivating in Mount Emei or Luofu Cave, here among the human race?

Is it to help the human race today?

This chief disciple of the Jie Sect was incredibly powerful, rumored to be the foremost disciple among the three sects, and deeply favored by the sages.

If he was determined to help the human race, then today's situation is rather unfavorable.

Of course, Kunpeng was not afraid of Zhao Gongming's strength.

No matter how strong Zhao Gongming is, he is still only a great Luo.

What he truly feared was the Jie Sect behind Zhao Gongming.

The Qingping Sword in the hands of the Sage of Heaven is no ordinary weapon.

Kunpeng felt a sense of apprehension and became somewhat wary.

However, on the surface, there was still no sign of any flaw.

Even a sage is powerful, but if he returns to Heaven empty-handed, it is still a possibility.

Under the wrath of His Majesty the Demon Emperor, he would certainly not fare well.

Kunpeng pondered for a moment, then looked down at him and said.

"Why is Fellow Daoist Gongming, who isn't cultivating in Luofu Cave on Mount Emei, here in this ancestral land of humanity?"

"What, does the demon master even care where I cultivate or where I visit as a guest?"

Zhao Gongming smiled.

Kunpeng quickly shook his head, "Where you wish to go is your own business, how can I possibly control you?"

"However, I have come here on the orders of His Majesty the Demon Emperor to collect one trillion human souls. I ask you, fellow Daoist, to stand aside and not interfere with the affairs of the Heavenly Court."

When the three ancestors of the human race heard the number one trillion, they exchanged a glance and couldn't help but gasp.

The Heavenly Court is truly heartless and insane. In order to defeat the Witch Clan, they actually carried out such a brutal and inhumane massacre.

Fortunately, the Holy Master had already moved a large number of humans to a safe place; otherwise, the massacre would have been prevented.

The Third Patriarch simply couldn't imagine what a tragic scene that must have been.

Zhao Gongming shook his head slightly, "There is a great karmic connection between me and the human race. I am honored to be called a Holy Teacher by the human race. How can I stand idly by when the human race is in trouble?"

Kunpeng's expression darkened. "Does Fellow Daoist Gongming's behavior represent only himself or the Jie Sect?"

The Jie Sect was powerful and was showing signs of becoming the number one of the four sects. Its leader, Tongtian Shengren, was also extremely protective of his own.

Kunpeng truly does not want to confront the Jie Sect unless absolutely necessary.

"My actions naturally represent only myself and have nothing to do with the Jie Sect."

Seeing this, Kunpeng hesitated no longer and shouted, "Come with me!"

After Kunpeng finished speaking, he immediately set off, leading the three great demon saints directly towards the human race's holy city.

In the holy city, led by the three ancestors, a million human warriors rushed out to fight against the demon race.

In just a few breaths, the two sides had already engaged in fierce combat.

The demon army numbered over 100,000, far surpassing the human army in quality.

But the human race is too numerous. If one can't defeat them, I'll send in two. If two still can't defeat them, I'll just gang up on them.

With this style of play, the game surprisingly became a back-and-forth affair.

However, under such circumstances, the human race is dying and being injured at an extremely rapid pace.

They fell from the sky like dumplings.

A strong, nauseating smell of blood wafted in the air.

But no one stopped them; this was destined to be an incredibly fierce battle.

Zhao Gongming watched with a calm mind. The rise of the human race must be tempered by blood and fire.

He can help for a while, but not forever. Only in this way can the human race rise.

(End of this chapter)