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

Chapter 237 Two Hands Help Each Other: The Undying Witch Blood!

Ran Deng was taken aback, then quickly stepped forward, "Disciple is here."

"Guang Chengzi and his men suffered a great defeat, which has truly disappointed me. You should lead the Golden Immortals to help Guang Chengzi."

Randeng was stunned, and then cursed inwardly. So, after Guangchengzi and the others finished taking a dump, he was made to wipe their butts!

Although Randeng didn't want to go, he had to go out of respect for Yuanshi.

"Disciple obeys."

Yuanshi's gaze then fell upon the Golden Immortals, and he coldly rebuked them.

"Once you arrive at the Youxiong tribe, you must wholeheartedly assist Xuanyuan, and you must help Xuanyuan conquer the Central Plains and annihilate the Jiuli!"

"Yes, teacher."

The Golden Immortals nodded in agreement.

The Ten Golden Immortals, led by the Lamp Burner, hurriedly descended to the mortal realm.

Meanwhile, in the Eighteenfold Netherworld Sea, Xiang Liu, Jiu Feng, and other great shamans watched the first battle for supremacy with excitement on their faces.

"Chi You, as expected of one of the Thirteen Ancestral Witches, you do indeed possess some skill!"

"Those who assist the Xuanyuan clan are the Chan Sect people, they are utterly shameless. Should we go and help the Ancestral Witch?"

"As great shamans, we must go."

Xiang Liu, Jiu Feng, and their entourage arrived at Pingxin Palace in a grand procession.

At this moment, the gates of Pingxin Palace were tightly closed, and no matter how much Xiang Liu and Jiu Feng knocked, there was no sound.

Xiang Liu frowned and said, "Lady Houtu won't prevent us from going, will she?"

Jiufeng shook her head. "The gates of Pingxin Palace are tightly closed. Does this mean the Ancestral Witch is tacitly allowing us to go?"

Xing Tian said in a deep voice, "We can't worry about that now. This is the time when the Ancestral Witch needs us. We can't let him down."

Nine Phoenixes and Xiang Liu arranged for the Wind God and the Rain Master to oversee the Netherworld Sea.

He then joined Xing Tian and headed towards the Jiuli tribe.

All three were top-tier great witches, possessing peak cultivation levels of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

In the next battle for supremacy, they will not only have to defeat the Youxiong tribe on the battlefield.

At the same time, they also need to defeat Guang Chengzi and his gang in terms of high-end combat power.

In the central command tent of the Jiuli tribe, the people were discussing how to deal with the prisoners of Xuanyuan.

The number of prisoners captured by Xuanyuan was as high as fifty or sixty thousand. If they were not dealt with in time, they could cause a mutiny and result in significant losses to the Jiuli tribe.

At the head of the table, Chi You revealed an aura of supreme killing intent and directly ordered the entire group to be buried alive.

Medicine Master, Maitreya rushed over to stop them, "Slaughtering prisoners is absolutely unacceptable!"

Chi You frowned and said, "Those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts. These people have slaughtered countless of my Wu tribe's sons. What's wrong with killing them?"

Upon hearing this, the pharmacist's face immediately turned anxious, and he quickly reprimanded the pharmacist.

"Chi You, you aspire to be the supreme ruler of humanity. If you don't even consider yourself a part of humanity, how can that position possibly fall to you?"

Chi You was taken aback, his expression turned serious, and he felt that the pharmacist's words made a lot of sense.

He stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and asked, "Then, Master Pharmacist, what should we do next?"

"Incorporate them into the army, and if they still refuse, turn them into farmers and make them responsible for cultivating the land. Wouldn't that be a hundred times better than killing them?"

"Okay, let's do as the teacher says."

The Youxiong tribe, led by the Xuanyuan clan, was dejected. They suffered a crushing defeat in this battle, incurring heavy losses and losing morale.

It was even a huge blow to his prestige.

Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi entered the military tent, their faces gloomy and silent.

It's understandable that the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun are no match for that monstrous talent from the Jie Sect.

It's unbelievable that we can't even compare to the cultivators from the barren lands of the West. I feel so resentful!

Xuanyuan asked, "Teachers, what should we do next?"

Guang Chengzi sighed, "Gather our troops, build defenses, and prepare for another battle tomorrow."

Suddenly, a guard from the Xuanyuan clan rushed into the tent. "Clan leader, several extraordinary people have arrived outside. They claim to be immortals from Kunlun. Please come out and meet them."

"Oh?"

"The Immortal of Kunlun?"

Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi were overjoyed. "Let's go out and take a look."

Outside the tent, upon seeing ten Golden Immortals standing in mid-air with the lamp burning, he was overjoyed.

"Teacher Ran Deng, fellow disciples, what brings you all here?"

Ran Deng asked, "Our teacher sent us to help you. How is the situation now?"

"It's tough. We suffered a crushing defeat in the Battle of Zhuolu, losing 300,000 soldiers and causing a great loss of morale."

Guang Chengzi looked dejected.

Ran Deng laughed, "A temporary setback is nothing. As long as we win at the final moment, that's all that matters. With our help, what are we afraid of those Western disciples?"

"Yes."

Hope was rekindled in the eyes of Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi!

How can a mere disciple from the West compare to a celestial being from the Chan Sect?

On this side, the Xuanyuan clan and others retreated to the western barbarians, built defenses, and recuperated.

At the same time, production was increased, and troops were drilled day and night in preparation for another battle.

On the other side, Mahasthamaprapta, Ksitigarbha, and others also arrived at the Jiuli tribe.

"Brother Medicine Master, Brother Maitreya, I heard that you won a great victory this time. I congratulate you."

"Haha, it's a piece of cake. Those disciples of the Chan Sect may look intimidating, but they're just a bunch of all talk and no action, easily defeated."

This time, the great defeat of the Youxiong army and the strong resistance against Guangchengzi and Chijingzi made Yaoshi and Maitreya feel very proud.

Just then, another soldier rushed in to report, "Sir, several tall men have arrived outside, saying they've come to help you."

"Let them in."

Chi You's heart stirred, and he vaguely guessed who it was.

Soon, Jiufeng, Xiangliu, Xingtian, and other great shamans entered the Jiuli tribe in a very casual manner.

When they sensed the pure bloodline of the Ancestral Witches beside Chi You, their expressions turned solemn, and they bowed respectfully, saying, "Great Witch Jiu Feng, Great Witch Xiang Liu, Great Witch Xing Tian, ​​pay respects to the Ancestral Witch."

The Wu tribe has a strict hierarchy, with bloodlines stacked one on top of the other. The bloodline of the Ancestral Wu is the most noble, and it is the Wu Emperor.

All other members of the Wu clan, regardless of their bloodline or cultivation level, must pay their respects to the Ancestral Wu.

Although Chi You no longer possessed the strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the blood flowing in his veins was that of the Ancestral Witches, making him incomparably noble.

Chi You glanced at the three of them and quickly asked.

"How many members of the Witch Clan are still in the Nether Sea?"

The witch clan in the Nether Sea is a pure-blooded witch clan, the last hope of the witch clan.

"According to the Ancestral Witch, there are still tens of thousands left."

"Tens of thousands is enough!"

Chi You breathed a sigh of relief and personally helped Xiang Liu, Jiu Feng, and Xing Tian up, saying kindly.

"Good brothers, with your help, the Jiuli tribe will surely be able to conquer the Central Plains and become the common ruler of the human race. At that time, with the help of the supreme human fortune, we may be able to let the Wu tribe see the light of day again."

"Yes, we will certainly assist the Ancestral Witches in conquering the Central Plains."

Xiang Liu, Jiu Feng, and Xing Tian were all very excited.

Hot, scalding blood flowed through his chest. The Witch Clan had been silent for far too long. They desperately needed to show all races that the Witch Clan had not fallen, and that the blood of the Witch Clan was still hot.

Duan Xiu stepped forward and said, "Chief, we have won a great victory. In my opinion, we should press our advantage, strike at the heart of the Xuanyuan clan, settle the score in one battle, and seize the position of the supreme ruler."

Duan Xiu had set a trap and killed General Bai Jian of the Xuanyuan clan; he was in a moment of great excitement.

(End of this chapter)