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

Chapter 239 The Invincible Great Witch Youxiong Suffers Another Defeat

In mid-air, Xing Tian said with slight surprise, "Well done, old Taoist, you've got some skill."

Ran Deng feigned composure and said in a deep voice, "The mandate of heaven rests on our Youxiong tribe. If you know what's good for you, retreat now, lest you lose your life in vain."

Xing Tian laughed loudly, "What big words! I'd like to see if you have the ability. Brother Xiang Liu, Brother Jiu Feng, come out!"

As Xing Tian's voice fell, two enormous sounds echoed in mid-air.

"Brother Xingtian, you've kept us waiting for ages!"

Ran Deng looked toward the source of the sound and saw two more enormous figures flying out from the Jiuli tribe.

His body shimmered with an aura identical to that of Jiu Feng and Xiang Liu.

"Damn it, how come there are two more powerful sorcerers hiding here?"

Randeng cursed inwardly. He was already struggling to defend against Xing Tian alone, and with two other great witches of the same level added to the mix, he was bound to be defeated.

As they spoke, Jiufeng and Xiangliu rushed over, forming a triad of heaven, earth, and man, and firmly surrounded Randeng.

Even though the lamp was burning its lungs, the coffin and the innate glass lamp were operating smoothly.

But after a total of seventy or eighty rounds, they had completely fallen into a disadvantageous position and were in grave danger.

In contrast, the three great shamans were relaxed and at ease, as if they were playing cat and mouse.

"escape!"

Seeing the twelve Golden Immortals doing nothing, Randeng gritted his teeth and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the Youxiong tribe.

With Ran Deng fleeing in panic, the morale of the Jiuli army soared even higher.

After a series of back-and-forth charges, the Xiong army's formation was completely thrown into chaos in just a quarter of an hour.

Although their numbers still far exceed those of the Jiuli army.

However, their morale was no longer comparable to that of the Jiuli army.

The army collapsed like a house of cards, trampling each other and causing countless deaths and injuries.

The stalemate was instantly broken, and they fell into a huge disadvantage.

The myriad races of the primordial world, who had been observing the battle for supremacy, couldn't help but chuckle.

"The Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun seem to be nothing special. Some of the rumors in the prehistoric world are exaggerated."

"In my opinion, the Jie Sect is far superior to the Chan Sect. Look at the Jie Sect, with ten thousand immortals paying homage to them. They never saw their direct disciples fleeing in such a sorry state."

"The Kunlun Chan Sect is nothing special. From now on, everyone should go to the Jie Sect to become disciples."

The words of the myriad races of the primordial world reached the ears of the Twelve Golden Immortals in waves, causing their faces to turn pale and then red.

In the sacred land of Kunlun, at the Jade Void Palace, Yuanshi let out a heavy snort. In an instant, the scene inside the Jade Void Palace changed drastically. Gale-force winds and torrential rain, earth, fire, water, and wind surged, engulfing everything!

The battlefield for supremacy.

"hateful!"

In the central command tent, Xuanyuan cursed loudly.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but seeing the casualties mounting, he had no choice but to order a retreat.

On the Central Plains, the Xuanyuan clan's three million fierce troops, arriving with overwhelming force, returned defeated and disappointed.

The second battle for supremacy ended in defeat for the Xuanyuan clan once again.

This time, the Youxiong tribe suffered a major defeat, losing more than 500,000 soldiers and 200,000 prisoners.

The Jiuli tribe, at best, only lost 200,000 soldiers.

Compared to the outcome of this battle, it was already a great victory.

Above the nine heavens, the river of humanity surged and churned, and once again a wisp of human fortune fell upon the Jiuli tribe.

At this moment, looking up from the heavens, one can clearly see that the human fortune occupied by the Xiong tribe has only barely reached 30%.

Meanwhile, the Jiuli tribe's human fortune surged so dramatically that it directly approached the 70% mark.

For the Xiong tribe, this had already resulted in a crushing defeat.

On the battlefield of the Central Plains, a land of fierce competition, Xing Tian was eager for more, his spirits high.

"That old Taoist priest Ran Deng is quite capable, but it's a pity the war is so intense, otherwise he could have left it to me alone."

Xiang Liu laughed, "This time we have dealt a heavy blow to the Xuanyuan clan, seized the Central Plains, and it seems that conquering Youxiong is just around the corner."

Chi You nodded, a fierce flame burning in his eyes. In both the first and second Battle of Zhuolu, his Jiuli tribe had won a great victory.

When the third war breaks out, it will be the end of the Xuanyuan clan.

Inside the Youxiong army tent, all was silent. Xuanyuan kept his head down and remained silent.

The twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun also looked dejected, their faces even burning hot.

On the battlefield, the mocking laughter of the myriad races of the primordial world seemed to echo in my ears once more.

A dignified Kunlun Golden Immortal, a direct descendant of the Chan Sect, has suffered repeated setbacks. How will the myriad races of the prehistoric world view the Chan Sect in the future?

In the future, when anyone sees his disciples of the Chan Sect, they will surely think to themselves that he is all show and no substance.

After a long silence, Randeng spoke, "I never expected that the Jiuli tribe would have several great shamans assisting them. Our defeat was not unjust."

Xuanyuan shook his head, "Not only those great shamans, but even the military formations of Xiong Dajun are no match for the Jiuli tribe. Our defeat in this battle was not unjust."

Guang Chengzi asked, "Does Master Randeng have any good ideas?"

Ran Deng shrugged and said, "The only way now is to go to Kunlun Mountain and ask our master for help."

Just kidding, several great witches already have the means to kill him.

If we don't call for reinforcements soon, Randeng will probably be the first to flee at the mere sight of them.

Guang Chengzi sighed, "Then that's the only way."

"Junior Brother Chijingzi, you and the other junior brothers stay here to guard against a surprise attack by the Wu Clan. Master Randeng and I will return to Kunlun Mountain."

"Alright, don't worry, Senior Brother."

Randeng and Guangchengzi flew back to Kunlun Mountain.

In the Jade Void Palace, Yuanshi looked at the two with a gloomy expression, but he also knew that the defeat in this battle was not entirely Guangchengzi's responsibility.

"Those great witches of the Witch Clan are indeed troublesome. Antarctic, you should also go down to the mortal realm this time."

"Yes, teacher."

Although the Antarctic Immortal was extremely unwilling to get involved in this matter, the words of a sage were golden and he could not refuse.

After careful consideration, Guang Chengzi spoke, "Teacher, there's one more thing."

"What is it?"

"The Wu Clan's battle formations are unparalleled in the world, invincible. I have already taught Xuanyuan the military strategies of my Chan Sect, but I am still no match for them."

Guang Chengzi said this with a forced smile.

Sure enough, Yuanshi's expression turned even uglier upon hearing this.

He pondered for a moment and said, "When the treasures were distributed at the Treasure Distribution Cliff, the Queen Mother of the West obtained three volumes of heavenly books, which recorded the supreme art of war. You should go to Xikunlun."

"A treasure bestowed by the Dao Ancestor"

Lighting the lamp, Guang Chengzi and he exchanged a glance, their faces showing joy. After taking their leave, they rushed off to Xikunlun without stopping.

After hearing their purpose, the Queen Mother of the West summoned the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden.

"Since Senior Brother Yuanshi has spoken, you should take those three volumes of the Heavenly Book and go down to the mortal realm."

"Yes, teacher."

The Antarctic Immortal, Ran Deng, and Guang Chengzi, along with the Mysterious Maiden, descended the mountain and returned to the Youxiong tribe.

In the tribe, Xuanyuan looked at the celestial maiden from the heavens, stood up and bowed, "I hope the immortal will lend me a hand."

Xuanyuan rose and then showed the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady the military strategy of the Chan Sect that Guangchengzi had taught them.

Having fought Chi You for so long, Xuanyuan had gained a great understanding of military strategy and could vaguely perceive that the Chan Sect's military strategy had certain flaws.

However, due to Guang Chengzi, Xuanyuan could not say it directly.

(End of this chapter)