High-end prehistoric world, suppressing ascendants at the start.

"Brother Hou Yi!"

"The Great Wizard Hou Yi!"

The witch warriors guarding outside the hall swarmed around like a tide, their rugged faces displaying a mixture of concern and suppressed anger.

The severe injury and coma of the great shaman Kuafu weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a boulder.

The Wu tribe values ​​loyalty and righteousness, and even more so honor and shame. The disgrace of a brother is a disgrace to the entire tribe.

Surrounded by the crowd, Hou Yi slowly straightened up. He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the faces that were flushed with anger.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, his voice hoarse yet carrying a deliberate arrogance, a stark contrast to the composed Hou Yi of the transmigrator's memories:

"The Kuafu brothers cannot be humiliated in vain!" He suddenly raised the ancient and ferocious divine bow in his hand. The bow seemed to sense its master's "anger" and emitted a low hum, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

"Those ten hairy beasts, relying on being the sons of the Demon Emperor Jun, dare to be so unscrupulous and bully my Wu Clan far too much! If we don't avenge this, how can my Wu Clan have the face to stand on this primordial land?"

He stepped forward, the rocks beneath his feet cracking, his aura surging, and continued to roar: "I, Hou Yi, swear here today! I will ascend to the Heavenly Court, draw my bow and nock my arrow, and shoot down those ten arrogant golden crows from the sky, one by one! With their blood and souls, I will atone for the wounds suffered by my brothers Kuafu, and uphold the glorious name of my Wu tribe!"

These words were like pouring a ladle of ice water into a pot of boiling oil, causing it to explode instantly!

"Well said! The great shaman Hou Yi is truly awe-inspiring!"

"Shoot those feathered, scrawny birds! Avenge the great shaman Kuafu!"

"We'll storm the Heavenly Court! Let the demon race know the might of our race!"

Countless young and spirited Wu tribe warriors were completely ignited by these bold words. They raised their arms and shouted, and the sound waves rose one after another, causing the surrounding rocks to fall down.

The blood of a warrior race was boiling within them. The fate of Kuafu had long been unbearable for them, and now Houyi's declaration was like pointing out an outlet for their pent-up frustration, igniting their most primal desire for conquest.

Some radical warriors have even taken up arms, their bodies radiating a murderous aura, eager to follow "Hou Yi" to the heavens.

However, at the edge of the bustling crowd, several powerful shamans, their auras deep and unwavering, their physiques exceptionally robust, exchanged worried glances, their brows furrowed. The battles and years they had experienced far surpassed those of the younger warriors, and their understanding was far more profound.

One of them, wielding a massive bronze axe almost as tall as himself, its blade gleaming coldly, seemed to possess the power to cleave the heavens and the earth. He was none other than Xing Tian, ​​the great shaman known for his bravery and fortitude.

His thick eyebrows were almost furrowed together, and his copper bell-like eyes were fixed on the crazed "Hou Yi" in the center of the arena, his mind filled with doubts.

Hou Yi was his brother who had fought alongside him for countless years; he knew Hou Yi all too well.

Hou Yi's arrows were the sharpest spears of the Wu tribe, but Hou Yi's heart was the calmest and most composed among the great Wu.

His arrows always hit their mark, he plans carefully before acting, and he is good at seizing fleeting opportunities. When has he ever been so reckless and frantically unleashed?

This doesn't seem like revenge for a brother; it's more like... more like being controlled by some inexplicable force, eager to kill, eager to prove something, more like completing some kind of "mission" or "performance."

"Hou Yi!" Xing Tian suddenly stepped forward, his voice booming like a bell, trying to drown out the clamor. He shouted in a deep voice, his tone carrying an undeniable authority: "Calm down! This matter is of great importance; a single move can have far-reaching consequences! Even if those ten golden crows were at fault, they are still Di Jun's own sons, the crown prince of the demon race! If you truly kill them all, you will be completely severing ties with the entire demon race's heavenly court, a fight to the death! Although my Wu clan is not afraid of war, is it the right time to start a war? Does it play right into the hands of certain people? This matter needs careful consideration, and we must consult with the Ancestral Witch for a decision!"

"A longer-term plan?!"

Hou Yi whirled around, his blood-red eyes fixed on Xing Tian. His once resolute and composed face was now twisted with rage, revealing a near-maniacal grin: "By the time you cowards finish your scheming, it'll be too late! Who will avenge the Kuafu brothers? Who will restore the dignity of my Wu tribe, which has been trampled on by the demons?!"

He pointed at Xing Tian, ​​spitting almost in the other's face, his voice shrill: "Xing Tian! You claim to be able to fight against heaven and earth, fearless! Now that your brother has been humiliated, you cower and hesitate! If you're afraid of Di Jun and Tai Yi, afraid of the demon race's Heavenly Court, then get out of my way! Don't block my path to revenge!"

"You!" Xing Tian roared in fury, his giant axe radiating a murderous aura. It wasn't that he was afraid of trouble, but rather that he felt Hou Yi was behaving very strangely at this moment. But "Hou Yi" didn't give him a chance to speak again.

"Hmph! Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together! You are afraid of war, but I, Hou Yi, am not!" He laughed wildly, ignoring Xing Tian and the other hesitant great shamans, and stomped his foot!

"Boom!"

Centered on his feet, the solid ground cracked like a spider web, with the cracks spreading for dozens of feet. The violent shockwaves sent several warriors who were too close flying.

Using this immense recoil force, Hou Yi transformed into a dark red arrow of malevolent energy that tore through the sky. Carrying the divine bow that exuded an ominous aura, he shot off at an unbelievable speed towards the direction of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court!

Only a sharp sonic boom and the fading echo of maniacal laughter remained in the air.

"Hou Yi! Stop!" Xing Tian and the other great shamans' expressions changed drastically. They shouted in unison and sprang up to try to stop the pursuit.

But they were horrified to discover that the speed "Hou Yi" was unleashing at this moment was simply unbelievable, far exceeding his usual level, as if propelled by an invisible force.

In the blink of an eye, the dark red streak of light had transformed into a tiny black dot on the horizon, then disappeared into the clouds.

"Something's wrong! Hou Yi's condition is very strange!" A great shaman, skilled in perception, said with a grave expression.

"His aura... is violent and chaotic, and even has a faint sense of unfamiliarity," another high priest added.

Xing Tian stared at the direction where "Hou Yi" had disappeared, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and an ominous premonition grew stronger in his heart.

But he couldn't catch up in time, so he could only punch the mountain wall next to him hard, creating a deep crater.

……

In the void, behind layers of clouds, Chen Feng took in all of this.

He was still dressed in a blue robe, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if the commotion below that could ignite a war between liches was just an insignificant drama.

"Being forcibly boosted by the system and instilled with the so-called 'protagonist of destiny' mentality and bloodlust will indeed make people lose their most basic judgment." He muttered to himself, shaking his head. "If we don't take action now, this charade will turn into a real catastrophe."

He knew that there could be no more hesitation.

If this "Hou Yi," controlled by the killing system, were to charge all the way to the Southern Heavenly Gate with such an arrogant and provocative attitude, and even actually shoot an arrow... regardless of the outcome of that arrow, it would become the absolute fuse for the Lich Wars, leaving no room for maneuver.

At that time, countless lives will be lost, and everyone will be burdened with karmic consequences. It seems that even the Dao Ancestor will have to personally step in to clean up the mess.

"It's time to nip this farce in the bud."