Primordial Era: Demon Clan Massacre? I Summon Qin Shi Huang

Repressed.

asphyxia.

It felt as if an invisible mountain was slowly pressing down on you, making it difficult to even breathe.

In the distance, on the horizon, a long black line is slowly advancing.

As the distance closed, the black line gradually widened and grew taller, eventually transforming into a towering black wall that reached the sky and blocked out the sunlight, swallowing up the light.

It was composed of countless demons clad in heavy armor, wielding sharp blades, and with ferocious faces—

A million demon soldiers!

The black cloud was pressing down on the city and the city was about to be destroyed, and Jiaguang opened golden scales to the sun.

This time, the troops that came were no longer the scattered soldiers of the past, nor were they only a mere 100,000 strong.

It was a full million!

Moreover, this is a mixed force of the most elite "Heavenly River Navy" and "Northern Underworld Demon Guard" of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court!

Every demon soldier has at least the cultivation level of a Celestial Immortal, with True Immortals and Profound Immortals being commonplace, and Golden Immortal demon generals being as numerous as hairs on a cow.

This power is enough to sweep away most of the races in the prehistoric world!

At the very front of the demon soldier formation.

A colossal palace, entirely a deep blue color and radiating a chilling aura, floated in mid-air, like a moving iceberg fortress.

That is—a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure, the Demon Master's Palace!

And at the top of the Demon Master's Palace.

A middle-aged man wearing a yin-yang Taoist robe, with a hooked nose and eyes as sinister as a venomous snake, stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the ancestral land of the human race below.

Demon Master, Kunpeng!

There was no anger in his eyes, only the coldness and cruelty of looking at a dead person.

"Is this the human tribe that killed Jiuying and forced Laozi to retreat?"

The Kunpeng's voice was hoarse and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, echoing between heaven and earth, sending chills down one's spine.

"Reporting to the Demon Master, this is the place."

A demon general who had narrowly escaped from the previous battle knelt on the ground, trembling as he spoke.

"Hmph, that useless Jiuying."

Kunpeng snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"A dignified demon saint, a perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal, actually capsized in a ditch and died at the hands of a human."

"This is utterly disgraceful to my demon race!"

but.

This also made Kunpeng wary of Su Han.

He could kill a Grand Luo Golden Immortal and even force back the Quasi-Saint Laozi (although he didn't know the specific details, he just assumed that Laozi didn't want to get involved in karma, or that the human race had some special methods).

This human martial ancestor is a bit strange.

When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

Kunpeng is cautious (cunning) by nature, and he came here with a pledge.

Not only do they want to annihilate the human race, but they also want to extract Su Han's primordial spirit to light a sky lantern and take it back to Di Jun and Tai Yi to vent their anger.

Therefore, he did not intend to confront them head-on, giving them any chance to turn the tide.

"Just to be on the safe side..."

A venomous glint flashed in Kunpeng's eyes, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

With a wave of his hand, eighty-one pitch-black banners, covered with strange runes, appeared in his hand.

"Pass down the order!"

"Set up the 'Nine Nether Soul Refining Array'!"

"I will completely seal off this area spanning a million miles!"

"Without firing a single shot, we will refine these million humans into blood!"

"Yes, ma'am!!"

The million demon soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Followed by.

Countless demon soldiers stood in specific positions, channeling their demonic power into the eighty-one array flags.

call out!call out!call out!

The battle flags transformed into streaks of dark light, descending from the sky and fiercely planting themselves around the ancestral land of the human race.

Rumble!

As the battle flags fell, the earth trembled violently.

One after another, jet-black light curtains rose up and instantly connected, transforming into a huge black dome that enveloped the entire ancestral land of the human race.

Within the light screen, a chilling wind howled, and ghosts wailed and howled.

Countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts roam within, emanating a terrifying aura that corrodes the flesh and defiles the spirit.

This Nine Nether Soul Refining Array was created by Kunpeng by imitating the Blood River Array of the Styx Ancestor and combining it with the Northern Nether Cold Qi.

Although it is not as powerful as the original, it is a devastating blow to a group of humans whose cultivation level is generally low!

"Oh no! It's a formation!"

On the ground, Su Han's expression changed, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He never expected that Kunpeng, a quasi-saint, would be so shameless, resorting to underhanded tactics from the very beginning, setting up an array without even showing his face!

Is this the method of a veteran powerhouse?

That's ruthless! That's vicious!

sizzle...

Once the formation was complete, the entire ancestral land of the human race instantly transformed into a living hell.

Black mist spread out, carrying a strong corrosive effect.

Those clansmen with low cultivation levels, if they were even slightly infected, would experience skin festering and excruciating pain in their souls, as if being pricked by needles.

"Ouch! My head hurts so much!"

"Help! Something is biting my soul!"

"I can't go on... Martial Ancestor, save me..."

The screams were heartbreaking.

Even with Su Han's protection, it could only barely hold out for a while, unable to stop this all-pervasive soul-refining power.

Seeing their people struggling in pain, Ying Zheng and Li Shimin were filled with rage.

"Damn you, you feathered beast! How dare you use such a vicious formation!"

Ying Zheng drew the Tianwen Sword, his body surging with dragon energy, his hair standing on end in fury.

"Martial Ancestor, let me break this ridiculous formation! I want to cleave that Kunpeng alive!"

"No!"

Su Han stopped the impulsive Ying Zheng, his eyes frighteningly calm.

"This is a formation set up by a quasi-saint, and it is also supported by a million demon soldiers. It is very difficult to break through from the inside. Trying to force your way through will only result in your death."

"Moreover, that old thief Kunpeng is hiding behind the formation, just waiting for us to walk into his trap and exhaust our strength."

Su Han's mind raced as he analyzed the current situation.

The situation is extremely critical.

If the formation is not broken as soon as possible, within three hours, the millions of humans here will all turn into pus and become nourishment for the demon race!

"Since he wants to trap us here to die..."

A ruthless glint flashed in Su Han's eyes as he looked at the Kongtong Seal in his hand and then at the two emperors beside him.

"Then let's show him what it means for a cornered beast to fight—that's the most deadly thing to do!"

"Ying Zheng, heed my command!"

"I am here!" Ying Zheng clasped his hands in a fist salute, his fighting spirit soaring.

"You will lead the twelve golden men, guarding the four directions, and empower the illusory Great Wall with the blessings of humanity. You must withstand the erosion of that soul-refining power and protect your people!"

"As long as the Great Wall stands, humanity will not perish!"

"promise!!"

Ying Zheng accepted the order, turned around and shouted, throwing the Imperial Seal of the State into the air.

"Twelve bronze statues, rise! The Great Wall, appear!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The twelve golden figures stand in the four directions, like pillars stabilizing the sea.

A golden phantom of the Great Wall appeared above the ancestral land of the human race, exuding an aura as heavy as a mountain, forcefully pushing open a patch of pure land from the black array light barrier.

Despite the immense pressure and the flickering light emanating from the golden figure, the situation was ultimately stabilized temporarily, and the poisonous fog was blocked from further infiltration.

"Shimin, heed my command!"

Su Han turned to look at Li Shimin, who was already impatient and wiping his spear.

"Your subordinate is here!"

Li Shimin mounted his horse, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

"You will lead three thousand Xuanjia soldiers as the spearhead, accompanying me..."

Su Han took a deep breath, and the Heaven-Shattering Human Path Spear appeared in his hand. The spear trembled and emitted a dragon's roar that yearned to drink blood.

The spear tip pointed directly at the lofty Demon Master's Palace in the sky.

"Charge out!"

"Tear this shattered formation apart! Slay that giant bird!"

The best defense is a good offense!

Instead of waiting to be killed, we should take the initiative and wipe them out!

"Hahaha! Great!"

Li Shimin laughed heartily, his laughter filled with boldness and wildness, as if he had returned to the days of war and conquest.

"I've disliked that bird-man for a long time!"

"Where are the Xuanjia Army?!"

"exist!!"

The three thousand Xuanjia soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and even dispersing some of the black mist that filled the sky.

A fierce, iron-blooded, and indomitable aura erupted from them.

That is the will called "Breaking the Formation"!

"Follow me into battle!"

"Crush the heavens!!"

boom!

Li Shimin took the lead, transforming into a white lightning bolt that shot straight into the sky.

Behind them, three thousand Xuanjia warriors followed closely, like a sharp sword, fiercely piercing the dark sky!