Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

Chapter 43 The Witch Clan Sends the Demon Clan Back to the Northern Underworld

"You're not going to eat us anymore?"

Fox Sister stood there, stunned, unable to react for a moment.

On the wall, the little witch who had just been announcing "escorting you back to Beiming" had turned and left, leaving behind a dashing figure—and a ground full of bewilderment.

Pig Butt woke up slowly from his fainting spell, just in time to hear those words, and almost fainted again.

"No—no more eating?" He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was still dreaming. "The witch tribe isn't eating us anymore? Has the sun risen in the west?"

An old fox nearby said tremblingly, "Could it be—that they fatten them up before eating them?"

The moment these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.

Fox Third Sister's face turned even paler.

But in any case, the Witch Clan did begin to take action.

One by one, the tall witch warriors walked into the "circle" and picked up the demons who were slumped on the ground like chickens, lining them up in long rows.

"Stop dawdling! Keep up!"

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling!"

"Head north! Towards the Northern Sea! If you cry again, I'll abandon you!"

The demons trembled with fear, yet dared not resist, and could only obediently follow.

At the very front of the procession, Kuafu strode ahead, occasionally glancing back at the vast demon army behind him, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Hou Yi walked beside him, staring at him warily: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Kuafu looked away.

"It's about checking if any of them have fallen behind."

Hou Yi sneered, "I think you just want to see if there are any stragglers you can sneak a bite to eat, right?"

Kuafu, enraged and humiliated, shouted: "Hou Yi! What do you take me for?!"

"Who you are doesn't matter," Hou Yi said slowly. "What matters is that the Ancestral Witch Houtu said that not a single one can be missing, and they must all be sent to the Northern Sea intact. If you dare to steal any food—think about the consequences yourself."

Kuafu shrank his neck and fell silent.

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The procession continued onward.

Along the way, the demons gradually went from fear and trembling to confusion and bewilderment.

There were no shackles, no whips, and no swords that could fall at any moment. Those fierce-looking witch warriors, apart from occasionally shouting "Hurry up!", actually did absolutely nothing.

A bolder demon whispered to the nearby witch, "Um—you really won't eat us?"

The witch warrior glanced down at him, grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "I won't eat. At least not now."

Little Demon: "————"

That answer is even scarier!

Northern Darkness, the Ice Palace.

When the news arrived, the entire demon race's leadership was shaken.

"What? The Witch Clan sent our people back?" Ji Meng suddenly stood up, his trident nearly smashing the ice chair.

"Are they really that kind?"

Yingzhao frowned: "Could this be a conspiracy? Let them go first, then catch them all in one fell swoop?"

Feilian shook his head: "It's not that serious. If we wanted to wipe them all out, we could have done it back in Heaven. Why go through all this trouble?"

Jiuying sneered: "Perhaps they want to use us as a tool to kill each other, so that we and the Celestial Court will both suffer heavy losses, and they can reap the benefits."

After these words were spoken, the hall fell silent for a moment.

Bai Ze stroked his beard, seemingly lost in thought: "Using someone else to do the dirty work—it's not impossible. But could those brains of the Witch Clan come up with such a scheme?"

Qin Yuan spoke calmly: "Hou Tu can."

Everyone fell silent.

The name Houtu is not unfamiliar among the high-ranking members of the demon race.

The only one among the twelve Ancestral Witches who is not so "witch-like" is said to be gentle and thoughtful, quite different from those barbarians who only know how to eat and kill.

"If it was Houtu's idea," Fuxi said slowly, "then it makes sense."

He looked at Bai Ze: "What do you think?"

Bai Ze pondered for a moment: "Whether it's a scheme or not, it's always a good thing that they're back. A million demons—that's our foundation."

.

Ji Meng asked eagerly, "Shall we go and pick them up?"

"Go." Bai Ze stood up.

"Of course we'll go. Not only will we welcome them, but we'll do it in a grand and impressive way—let the whole world know that the Witch Clan has done a good deed this time."

He paused, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "As for what they're planning—we'll talk about that later."

Everyone nodded and got up to prepare.

Only on the throne did Kunpeng remain motionless.

He rested his chin on one hand, his eyes vacant, as if lost in thought.

Bai Ze walked up to him, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, we are going to greet our clansmen. Would you like to come along?"

Kunpeng slowly turned his head and glanced at him.

His eyes were empty, yet tinged with a hint of resentment.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice weak and listless.

"Shall we show them our Demon King, this worthless salted fish?"

Bai Ze's lips twitched: "Your Majesty is joking—"

"I'm not joking." Kunpeng sighed, shifted his position, and continued to slump over. "You guys go ahead. I'll just stay here."

Bai Ze opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just sighed and turned to leave.

The hall quickly fell silent.

Only Kunpeng remained, slumped on the throne, staring blankly at the ice palace dome.

The primordial purple energy within his body remained steadfastly in place, like a stubborn holdout.

He touched his chest and muttered, "When are you finally leaving?!"

Ziqi ignored him.

Kunpeng sighed again.

He remembered Di Yi's eyes—smiling, with an indescribable meaning. It was those eyes that made him feel like he had fallen into a trap.

A bottomless pit.

"This has caused me so much suffering—" he murmured.

"This has really caused me a lot of suffering —"

On the northern border, wind and snow howled.

Kuafu stopped, glanced back at the long line behind him, then looked at the icy plain ahead, and said in a deep voice, "We've arrived. The Northern Sea region lies ahead."

Hou Yi nodded, turned to face the trembling demons, and cleared his throat: "Alright, that's enough. Keep moving forward on your own, don't look back, don't run around, and don't let us catch you again—understand?"

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The demons looked at each other, none of them daring to move.

Hou Yi frowned: "What? Are you waiting for us to invite you in?"

Fox Third Sister mustered her courage and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you—thank you all, great shamans, for sparing my life—"

"No need to thank me," Hou Yi waved his hand, "If you want to thank someone, thank Houtu, the ancestral witch. We are just following orders."

After saying that, he looked at Kuafu and said, "Let's go back and report."

Kuafu glanced longingly at the demons, swallowed hard, and finally turned and strode away.

The witch warriors retreated like a tide, quickly disappearing into the wind and snow.

The demons stood there, stunned for a long while, before someone cautiously took the first step.

"Really... really gone?"

"It seems so—"

"So we're really free now?"

It's unclear who was the first to cry out, but soon the sound of crying filled the air.

There was the relief of surviving a disaster, the lingering fear of escaping death, the confusion about the future, and the complex and indescribable emotions towards the witch clan. After all, it was their enemy who saved them. No, were the liches still enemies? It was a relationship of eating and being eaten.

In the distance, amidst the wind and snow, the faint sound of Kuafu's mutterings could be heard: "What a pity—so much meat—"

Hou Yi's rebuke followed immediately: "Shut up!"

The sound gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing into the wind and snow.

The Northern Underworld Ice Palace.

Bai Ze and the others had already set off to welcome their clansmen. Inside the hall, only a few powerful demons remained to guard the place.

Kunpeng remained slumped on the throne, his eyes vacant.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly.

The primordial purple energy within his body pulsed slightly.

He paused, sat up straight, and listened intently as if a sound was coming from a great distance.

The voice was very soft and faint, like something calling out.

Kunpeng stood up, walked outside the hall, and looked eastward.

Snow was falling heavily, and nothing could be seen.

But he knew something was happening there.

"Your Majesty?" Qin Yuan's voice came from behind. "What is it?"

Kunpeng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "It's nothing."

He turned and walked back into the palace, slumping back onto his throne.

Qin Yuan looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

In the end, he said nothing.

Outside the palace, the wind and snow continued to howl.