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

Chapter 56 One Demon Against 500,000, the Advantage Lies with Me

Northern Darkness, the Ice Palace.

The ghost train is back.

All nine heads were laughing, and their laughter made the entire ice palace tremble.

"Awesome! That's so awesome!"

The ghost car howled to the sky.

"Daoist Xinghe? What is that?! He runs faster than a rabbit!"

"Your grandpa Guiche can take on 100,000 people at once, and another 100,000 at once!"

"Star Crown's younger brother? A younger brother is a younger brother, just as useless as his brother!"

Eight heads were chattering away, while only one head was dozing off against a pillar, drooling as it did so.

Bai Ze stood to the side, watching him expressionlessly.

Fuxi sat in the chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest, lost in thought.

Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Qin Yuan, and other demon gods formed a circle, some of them congratulating Gui Che.

Some demons were excitedly inquiring about the details of the battle, while others, frightened by the Celestial Court, were advising him to keep a low profile.

"Keep a low profile?" The three heads of the ghost car turned simultaneously, glaring at the one who said "keep a low profile." "Keep a low profile what? I've been holding back for a thousand years! I finally get to have some fun, and you want me to keep a low profile?"

The little demon shrank back in fright when six eyes stared at it at the same time.

Just then, footsteps came from deep within the ice palace.

It's very light, very steady, and neither too fast nor too slow.

Everyone fell silent at the same time.

The nine heads of the ghost car all turned towards the entrance of the tunnel.

Kunpeng emerged.

All the demon gods were taken aback.

Today's Kunpeng is different from the past.

He used to walk with his head down, his eyes unfocused, and he exuded a decadent aura that seemed to say, "Leave me alone, I want to lie down."

But today

He walked with a steady gait, his back straight, and his eyes were as sharp as two knives.

Dressed in black with his hair flowing down his shoulders, he exuded an aura of absolute authority.

It's like he's become a completely different person.

The nine heads of the ghost car simultaneously shut their mouths, even waking the one that was dozing off.

Kunpeng walked to the center of the main hall and stood still.

His gaze swept over all the demon gods present.

Those whose eyes he swept across all straightened their backs unconsciously.

That gaze was so oppressive, like a mountain pressing down on you.

Finally, Kunpeng's gaze fell on the ghost carriage.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Just two or three words.

His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

The nine heads of the ghost car nodded simultaneously, like chicks pecking at rice: "That was awesome! That was awesome! That was awesome!"

"Then let's play one more."

Kunpeng interrupted him, raised his hand and waved, and a map unfolded in the hall.

The map shows several large camps of the Celestial Court's forces in the Northern Continent, protecting the Celestial Court's interests there.

Kunpeng pointed to the largest one: "The Northern Continent Camp. The Celestial Court's command center in the Northern Continent, garrisoned with 500,000 troops, commanded by the Celestial Court's Northern Heavenly Venerable, a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal."

The main hall was deathly silent.

Five hundred thousand celestial soldiers.

The main general in the later stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

In addition, there are 200,000 immortal soldiers on each flank, ready to provide support at any time.

Should we let Guiche fight alone?

The nine heads of the ghost carriage simultaneously went malfunction for three breaths.

The leader asked cautiously, "Demon Emperor, do you mean—I'm all alone?"

"right."

"Attack the Northern Continent camp?"

"right."

"Five hundred thousand celestial soldiers? And a general at the late stage of the Great Luo realm?"

"right."

The nine heads of the ghost carriage simultaneously took a deep breath, then exploded at the same time: "Demon Emperor, have you gone mad?!"

"Me, fighting for 500,000 all by myself?"

"Late-stage Great Luo? I'm only at the early stage!"

"You're sending me to my death!"

Kunpeng stood there, watching him argue without expression.

After the ghost chariot had finished its clamor and all nine heads had quieted down, Kunpeng slowly spoke: "The demon race needs space."

The voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to pierce the ears of everyone present like a nail.

Kunpeng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the vast northern continent on the map: "The northern continent is the gateway for the demon race to reach the heart of the primordial world. The Celestial Court has driven a sap here; if it is not removed, the demon race will be forever trapped in the Northern Sea."

"Ghost Train, didn't you want to fight? Go ahead and fight."

"If we can win, we will; if we can't, Kunpeng paused."

"I'm here."

The nine heads of the ghost car were all stunned at the same time.

I am here.

Three words, spoken lightly, yet they sent a shiver down the spines of all the demons and gods present.

They looked at Kunpeng, at his back as he stood with his hands behind his back, at his sharp, knife-like eyes. Was this still the same Kunpeng who always shouted, "I'm a salted fish, don't look for me"?

The leader of the ghost car opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

Finally, all nine of his heads simultaneously gave a shout: "Attack!"

"Fine, let's fight!"

"Who's afraid of who!"

"Since the Demon Emperor has said so, I'm going all in!"

The nine heads each spoke their own words, but their meanings were highly unified.

Kunpeng nodded and turned back into the depths of the Ice Palace.

The figure disappeared into the passageway, the sound of footsteps fading into the distance.

The main hall remained quiet for a while.

Ji Meng swallowed hard and whispered to Bai Ze, "Demon Emperor—have you eaten anything you shouldn't have recently?"

Bai Ze ignored him.

He stared intently in the direction where the Kunpeng had disappeared.

Fuxi walked over and whispered, "How long do you think he can hold out?"

Bai Ze was silent for a moment: "I don't know. But for the demon race, he is a good thing now."

Fuxi did not speak again.

Three days later. Northern Continent, Celestial Court's Northern Continent Camp.

Five hundred thousand celestial soldiers stood in formation, ready to fight.

In the center of the camp, a Taoist priest in purple robes stood with his hands behind his back; he was none other than the Northern Heavenly Venerable.

He received intelligence that the demon race was going to attack the Northern Continent camp.

However, the intelligence report stated that "a massive demon army is pressing in."

But now, all he sees is one thing.

A nine-headed bird.

The ghost carriage flapped its wings, and its nine heads simultaneously spewed fire as it roared in from the horizon.

The Northern Heavenly Venerable frowned: "Just one?"

The lieutenant nodded: "Just one."

The Northern Heavenly Venerable laughed: "Have the demon race gone mad?"

He raised his hand and waved: "Set up the formation. Let this ignorant demon know that the Northern Continent Camp is not some useless piece of trash like the Demon Slaughtering Camp."

Five hundred thousand celestial soldiers shouted in unison, their magical powers linked, and a massive array slowly rose over the northern continent.

As the ghost carriage rushed closer, all nine heads simultaneously saw the great formation.

The leader swallowed hard. "It's a bit big."

Left Deputy Chief: "Five hundred thousand! How could it not be a large sum?"

Right Deputy Chief: "How about we... retreat?"

The small head at the back of the head: "Retreat? What retreat! The Demon Emperor said, even if we can't win, he'll be there!"

The leader gritted his teeth: "Attack!"

Nine divine flames shot out simultaneously, crashing fiercely into the great formation.

"boom"

Flames soared into the sky, but the great formation remained completely still.

The Venerable Northern Heaven sneered, "That's all?"

He raised his hand and struck out with a palm, and a huge magical hand descended from the sky, striking the ghost carriage.

The nine heads of the ghost shrieked simultaneously, desperately trying to dodge, but were still struck by the palm wind, and one of its wings was smashed into a bloody mess.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

The ghost car screamed and flew backward, its nine heads cursing.

The Northern Heavenly Venerable pressed his advantage and struck again with a palm.

This palm strike was even more ferocious than the previous one, carrying all the magical power of a late-stage Great Luo Immortal, causing the entire sky to tremble.

The ghost car tried to dodge, but its wings were injured, and its speed was much slower than before.

Just as the palm was about to strike him, a hand descended from the sky.

The hand was not large, but the five fingers were long and the knuckles were distinct.

But it was this very hand that effortlessly caught the full force of the Northern Heavenly Venerable's palm strike.

"Pfft, like slapping out a lamp."

The magical palm of the Northern Heavenly Venerable was completely extinguished before that hand, without even a sound.