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

"promise!!!"

Ying Zheng and Li Shimin accepted the order in unison, their voices loud and clear, resounding through the heavens.

The two exchanged a glance and saw the long-suppressed bloodlust and pleasure in each other's eyes.

For a long time, humans have been regarded as food by demons and slaughtered at will, without any dignity whatsoever.

Seeing countless clansmen die tragically in the Soul Refining Array, turning into pus, they were filled with rage, wishing they could devour their flesh and sleep on their skin.

Now, the time for reckoning has finally come!

"Qin warriors, heed my command!"

Ying Zheng raised the Heavenly Question Sword high, and the twelve golden statues responded with a thunderous roar at his command.

The twelve towering golden figures, each ten thousand feet tall, strode forward and stood in the four directions—east, west, south, and north—transforming into four golden canopies and barriers that completely sealed off the space within a radius of ten thousand miles, preventing even a mosquito from flying out.

This is a classic case of trapping a dog by closing the door!

"Kill them! Use their blood to wash away the shame of my human race!"

"Those who offend our human race, though far away, shall be punished!"

boom!

The 100,000 elite Qin soldiers, like a precise and ruthless killing machine, marched with heavy, uniform steps, beginning to tighten the encirclement from the outside in.

The long spear was brandished, its cold light flashing, reaping the lives of the demon race as easily as mowing grass.

Every swing takes away a sinful life.

"Black Armored Army, charge with me!!"

Li Shimin was more direct and more unrestrained.

He took the lead, leading three thousand Xuanjia soldiers, who transformed into an indestructible sharp blade, weaving back and forth among the fleeing demon army, dividing the battlefield and creating chaos.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered, and the flash of swords was like lightning.

Each charge brought forth a storm of blood and carnage, leaving a trail of corpses in its wake.

"Spare us! We surrender!!"

"Don't kill me! I was forced! I was forced here by Kunpeng!"

"Human grandfather, spare my life! I have an 800-year-old mother and a 30-year-old child at home!"

Countless demon soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy, dropping their weapons and crying out to surrender, their faces covered in snot and tears.

But in the eyes of the human army at this moment, there was no pity, only deep-seated hatred.

"Surrender? When you slaughtered my people, sparing not even infants, did you ever think of sparing our lives?!"

A Qin warrior, his eyes bloodshot, roared as he pierced the chest of a wolf demon who was kowtowing.

"When we killed you, your mothers and children didn't spare our mothers and children either!"

"Kill! Kill all these beasts!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!!"

The killing continues.

This was a one-sided massacre, a long-suppressed revenge.

Without command and morale, the million demon soldiers trapped in the barrier were like turtles in a jar, only able to wait in despair for death to come.

Blood flowed into rivers, staining the earth red and even turning the East China Sea a shocking crimson.

The corpses were piled up like mountains, stretching from the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountainside.

The intense stench of blood rose straight to the sky, even tinging the clouds with a bloody hue that lingered for a long time.

They killed for a full day and night.

When the last demon soldier fell amidst its desperate wails.

The entire battlefield finally fell silent.

Only the howling wind blowing through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood sounded like the lamentations of the dead demons, or the cheers of the wronged souls.

Li Shimin reined in his warhorse. His heavy armor was soaked in blood, which dried and turned dark red, making him look like a demon from hell.

He looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, let out a long breath, and felt the pent-up frustration in his heart completely dissipate.

"happy!"

"That was a truly satisfying battle!"

Ying Zheng stood atop a gigantic demon corpse, overlooking this carnage, his eyes gleaming with a cold yet satisfied light.

He looked at Su Han, who was slowly descending, and asked with clasped hands:

"Martial Ancestor, what should we do with these corpses?"

"There are too many. If they rot, they might cause a plague. Wouldn't it be better to burn them all?"

Su Han stepped onto the blood-stained ground, yet his white robes remained spotless.

He stared at the mountain of demon corpses, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a pile of garbage rather than corpses.

"Burn it? That's too easy on them, and such a waste."

Su Han gave a cold smile, a smile that revealed a chilling ruthlessness.

"Pass on my orders!"

"Cut off all the heads of these demons!"

"Right here on the border of the ancestral land of humanity, facing the direction of the demon race's heavenly court, use these one million demon heads to build a 'jingguan' (a mound of skulls)!"

"I want all the myriad races of this primordial world to see this!"

"This is the consequence of offending our human race!"

"I will ensure that these million demonic souls will never be reincarnated, and will only be able to wail day and night in this mound of corpses, to deter those who come after!"

This statement came out.

Even the two decisive emperors, Ying Zheng and Li Shimin, couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Jingguan!

Those were high mounds built by sealing the corpses of enemies with earth, the most cruel and bloody way to show off martial prowess in ancient warfare.

What's more, it's the heads of a million demon soldiers!

This is simply outrageous!

This is not just killing people, it's destroying their spirit!

This is the most blatant provocation and the ultimate humiliation against the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race!

One can imagine how furious Di Jun and Tai Yi would be when they saw this mound of skulls.

"What? You think it's cruel?"

Su Han glanced at the two of them, her tone indifferent.

"No!"

Ying Zheng suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with fervor and approval.

"The Martial Ancestor is absolutely right!"

"The most ruthless methods should be used to deal with these inhuman beasts!"

"Only violence can stop the fighting! Only by fighting our way out can we gain a foothold!"

"I'll take care of it right away!"

soon.

With the help of countless human warriors, a terrifying "Jingguan" (a mound of skulls) ten thousand feet high, made entirely of demon heads, rose from the ground.

A chilling wind blew, and ghostly lights flickered.

Those million hideous heads, densely packed, retained expressions of terror and distortion even after death, as if still savoring the despair before their demise.

This mound of Jingguan (a type of ancient Chinese mound) is like a monument.

A blood-red monument proclaiming the rise of humanity and the infamous name of Martial Ancestor Su Han!

It stands on the shore of the East China Sea, facing the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

It looks like an upright middle finger.

It was filled with mockery and disdain, but also with the indomitable spirit of humanity!

After dealing with all of this.

Su Han stood atop the Jingguan, feeling the ever-increasing human fortune and the soaring fortune value on the system panel.

But he was not satisfied, nor did he relax in the slightest.

Because he knew this was just the beginning.

Having killed a million demon soldiers, defeated Kunpeng, and humiliated Nuwa, the demon race's Heavenly Court and the sages will surely go mad.

The next one to arrive will likely be Di Jun Tai Yi, or even... an even more terrifying being.

Our current strength is not enough!

We must... become stronger!

"system!"

Su Han took a deep breath, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Consuming all Luck Points!"

"Activate... the third summon!!"

Om-!

Following Su Han's instructions.

The river of time and space trembled once again, and this time the commotion was even more bizarre than the previous two.

It lacked the domineering aura of a dragon and the iron-blooded military might of a warrior.

Instead.

It has an extremely down-to-earth feel, full of everyday life, yet it also exudes a sense of "ruthlessness" and "tenacity".

In the mists of time.

A figure, dressed in rags, carrying a chipped bowl, but with eyes as fierce and hungry as a ravenous wolf, slowly walked out.

He sniffed, looked at the corpses of the demons scattered on the ground, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"I think I smell meat?"

"So many succulents... I've never seen so many succulents in my life..."