Primordial Era: I, the Spiritual Stone Monkey, was born ahead of schedule to seize the throne.

Chapter 112 Demon Clan Invasion and Massacre

The three ancestors of the human race held extremely high prestige among the human race.

The existing decree has been issued, and there will be great protection.

Therefore, all the human tribes in the prehistoric world began to migrate towards their ancestral homeland on the shores of the East Sea.

However, the migration speed is not fast.

After all, although the human race now has cultivation techniques, most of them are still mortals who cannot cultivate, so migration is very slow.

but,

Even at the slowest pace, they can still migrate tens of thousands of miles in a day.

After all, the primordial world is now rich in innate spiritual energy, and the human race is not as fragile as it is in later generations.

of course,

Compared to the myriad races of the primordial era, they were truly too weak.

Moreover, the large-scale migration of tribes also led to the deaths of many people.

Although the wilderness is full of life, it is also extremely dangerous; one wrong move and the entire tribe could be wiped out.

In just a few years,

Hundreds of thousands of human race members have died on their migration journey.

However, the Three Ancestors' Laws are supreme among humankind, and no one will disobey them.

Moreover, since the Third Patriarch said that a great calamity was coming and that the human race would face a great disaster.

These tribes are also very worried.

Therefore, they all rushed to the ancestral land of the human race on the shore of the East China Sea as quickly as possible.

On a plain tens of millions of miles from the coast of the East China Sea.

Hundreds of thousands of people are hurrying towards their ancestral land in the East Sea; they are the Shangyang tribe.

It is about tens of millions of miles away from the ancestral land in the East China Sea. In a few years, we have already traveled half the distance.

"Hurry, quicken your pace! The Ancestor has warned us that a great calamity is approaching. We must return to our ancestral land as soon as possible to ensure our safety!"

A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe kept urging them on from mid-air.

Shangyang is a large tribe, and its leader, Shangyang, was one of the three thousand strongest innate humans who were born first. He was born at the level of an Earth Immortal.

Just as his lifespan was nearing its end, Taiqing transmitted the Dao, which extended his lifespan. In addition, his cultivation continued to break through, so he has survived to this day.

His talent far surpasses that of other human beings, thus his cultivation level is higher than theirs; he is now at the Golden Immortal realm.

Below them are hundreds of immortals at the Xuanxian, Tianxian, and Dixian realms.

They protected the Shangyang tribe for tens of millions of miles.

Although several thousand people died due to some dangers, it was still much better than some other small tribes.

"Chief, let's rest. We're utterly exhausted and can't walk any further!"

Some mortal humans shouted towards the sun in the sky, their faces full of exhaustion.

They had been walking for almost a day without rest, and everyone was nearing their limit.

Shangyang lowered his head and forgot about his exhausted tribesmen. Although he was anxious, he still stopped the group and let everyone rest for half an hour.

in fact,

This cannot be blamed on him disregarding the lives of his clansmen.

The main reason is that the prehistoric world is too dangerous. Although he is considered one of the strongest cultivators outside of the Three Ancestors among the human race.

But in this vast wilderness, we are still ants.

He could easily kill any cultivator from any of the myriad races he encountered.

Therefore,

He had to urge them on all the way.

They only dared to stop and rest when their tribesmen were really close to their limit.

"Feng Yi, Di Hao, you take some men to guard the surrounding area and protect the clansmen. Mu Li, Xun Tian, ​​you come with me."

Shangyang left most of the cultivators to guard the tribe, while he himself took about ten people to hunt for some blood food to feed his people.

however,

Just as the group was about to leave, a group of figures suddenly descended from the sky and blocked their way.

Monster Race!

There were over a thousand people.

The powerful aura emanating from it caused everyone in the Shangyang tribe to change their expressions drastically.

Shang Yang's heart sank even further.

Among these thousands of demons, there were hundreds whose auras he couldn't discern.

This means that among the group of people in front of him, there are hundreds of demons who are stronger than him.

They are at least Taiyi Golden Immortals.

Although he felt uneasy, as the leader, he could not back down.

He then stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, and said in a humble manner:

"I wonder what brings you fellow demons here? If there is anything our human race can do to help, we will certainly not refuse."

"Hahaha"

The leader, a burly man in silver armor with a rugged face, laughed loudly, glanced down at the hundreds of thousands of humans below, and his eyes suddenly gleamed.

"You guys actually do have something to help!"

Seeing the gazes of these people, Shangyang immediately sensed something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do. He said nervously:

"Fellow Daoist, please speak! I'll help you as long as it's something I can do."

However, before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the silver-armored giant, who said in a sinister tone:

"I can definitely help. I wish to borrow your souls!"

These words were like a chilling wind that swept through the hearts of all the humans present, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

"Fellow Daoist is joking!"

Shang Yang forced a laugh, but his heart sank to the bottom.

"joke?"

The silver-armored giant sneered, his face showing disdain:

"Do you think you, mere ants, are worthy of joking with my demon race?"

At this point, he simply waved his hand dismissively:

"Kill them all, leave no one alive, and collect their souls!"

"yes!"

Upon hearing this, Shangyang's eyes immediately widened in fury, and he roared without turning his head:

"I'll hold them off, you all run!"

With that, he charged towards the silver-armored giant and his group, and the other human cultivators followed suit with resolute expressions.

No one ran away.

Of course, they also knew that there was no way to escape; none of these demons were ones they could see through.

Meanwhile, the Shangyang tribe members below were in complete chaos, fleeing in all directions.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Seeing Shangyang charging towards him with a crazed expression, the silver-armored giant curled his lip in disdain, didn't even dodge, and directly slashed out with his sword.

Before Shangyang's horrified eyes, a massive blade of light slashed down at lightning speed.

He was split in two.

Then it exploded into a shower of blood.

The other human cultivators were also wiped out in a single encounter by the demon subordinates brought by the silver-armored giant.

Then these demons attacked the Shangyang tribe below.

The remaining members of the Shangyang tribe were all ordinary people. How could they escape these powerful enemies? In the blink of an eye, they were caught up with.

Then came a one-sided massacre.

Each of these people's supernatural powers could take away hundreds or thousands of humans.

"what!"

"mother!"

"You demons, the ancestor of humanity must have..."

In an instant, the desperate cries and screams of the human race resounded throughout the void.

The demons, witnessing this scene, burst into wild laughter.

His attacks became increasingly ruthless.

In just a quarter of an hour, hundreds of thousands of people from the Shangyang tribe were slaughtered.

The scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood turned the entire plain into a living hell.

A chilling wind blew, and the lingering souls wailed.

"The lowly human race!"

The silver-armored giant sneered, then took out a jade bottle. As he poured in his magic power, a tremendous suction force was emitted.

Instantly, the souls of hundreds of thousands of dead humans were all absorbed into it.

After doing all this, the silver-armored giant left with his men.

The slain human corpses were simply left to rot in the wilderness.

It quickly attracted countless man-eating vultures, which were all reduced to skeletons in less than half a day.

And this scene wasn't limited to just one place.

Throughout the entire primordial eastern world, every moment countless human tribes were annihilated and slaughtered by the demon race, and their souls were then taken away by the demon race.

Some cruel and bloodthirsty demons don't even spare corpses, devouring and sharing them directly.

In just a few days, hundreds of billions of humans were wiped out.

The entire primordial world was awash in blood, filled with cries of agony, and ravaged by eerie winds.

(End of this chapter)