Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Chapter 84: Preparing to storm the Heavenly Court and demand lives from the demon race!

Strangely enough, despite the ten golden crows descending to the mortal realm and causing such an impact on the prehistoric continent, the entire demon race's heavenly court remained completely silent.

If you look closely, you will find that there seems to be an invisible barrier outside the entire Demon Clan Heavenly Court, which prevents even Emperor Jun and Taiyi, who rule over all the demons in the world, from noticing this change in the prehistoric world.

The descent of ten golden crows to the mortal realm was somewhat better for the physically strong Wu tribe, but it was a catastrophic disaster for the weak human race. However, faced with such provocation from the demon race, how could the Wu tribe tolerate it?

Just then, a loud shout rang out.

"You little demon brat, how dare you bully my witch clan like this? You're courting death!"

With this shout, a figure tens of feet tall, holding a long staff, rushed towards the little golden crows.

A billowing aura of malevolence swirled around his massive body, and a dense surge of blood energy shot skyward. A gloomy expression appeared on his face, clearly indicating that he was filled with rage.

Upon seeing this figure appear, the first name that came to Chen Jing's mind was...

Kuafu.

At this moment, Kuafu's heart was burning with anger. He had been in contact with the human race for so long, and countless people in the Houtu tribe had intermarried with the human race. However, the appearance of these ten little golden crows caused many weak human people to go mad and die.

Not to mention, this primordial continent is under the control of their Wu clan, how could they allow the demon race to run rampant here?

Looking at the imposing aura emanating from this great shaman, it's clear that although these ten little golden crows are still young, they have inherited not only Di Jun's true solar fire but also his intelligence.

Knowing they were outmatched, they quickly flapped their wings and flew away into the distance.

Although these little golden crows weren't very powerful, their speed as three-legged golden crows was undeniable.

Even with Kuafu's late-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, he couldn't catch up with several three-legged golden crows at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level.

It must be said, this race is truly powerful.

As Kuafu chased after the golden crows, Chen Jing had already used the Qiankun Mirror to conceal his aura and hide in the void.

Chen Jing had no liking for the demon race.

If he had used his quasi-saint level cultivation to stop those golden crows, he would have easily captured them. However, he did not make a move.

He simply watched from the shadows, knowing that at this moment, there must be a saint hiding in the shadows, and if his memories from his past life were correct, it should be a saint from the West.

Of course, in such a great calamity, the true body of the sage could not come in person; what would come would be a sage's severed avatar.

As for the strength of this corpse-slaying clone, it's probably only at the level of Zhan Erhu, or maybe a little higher.

Chen Jing concealed all his aura with the Qiankun Mirror, so it was impossible for this sage's avatar to discover him.

Watching Kuafu chase after the ten little golden crows, Chen Jing looked up at the sky and then flew after them.

He could sense that the secrets of heaven and earth in this place had suddenly become somewhat chaotic.

Chen Jing felt a little disdainful. In order for the normal Lich Tribulation to fully erupt, Hongjun and the other saints really went to great lengths. Chen Jing hid in the void and followed Kuafu as they chased after the ten little golden crows.

Meanwhile, in the void about a million miles away from him, there was also a bald-headed monk watching Kuafu chase after the ten little golden crows.

His shifty eyes darted around, a sinister smile creeping across his face as he muttered, "Fight to the death! The Dragon and Phoenix Calamity shattered my Western Continent, leaving it impoverished to this day. Now, I'll let you taste that bitterness too. If you don't fight, how can I expect to rise?"

The two of them were like thieves, neither of them could detect the other.

However, Chen Jing knew that there must be a sage's avatar watching over him.

As Chen Jing had predicted, Kuafu chased after the ten little golden crows. Under the scorching heat of these ten little suns, Kuafu grew thirsty and drank the water of two great rivers. He continued his pursuit until he was exhausted and parched. He collapsed not far from a large marsh in the north. After his death, his life essence was absorbed by the long staff in his hand and transformed into a lush peach forest.

Chen Jing followed along in the void, observing the journey. Although it aligned with the course of history, he clearly noticed something was wrong with Kuafu. In the process of chasing the ten little golden crows, despite having no hope whatsoever, Kuafu acted as if he had gone mad. It seemed that he had only one thought in his mind: to catch up with them and kill them.

Although the Wu clan is known for its simple-mindedness, a great shaman, especially one who has fought against the demon clan several times, could not possibly be just a person with strong limbs but a simple mind; otherwise, he would not have survived to this day.

However, precisely at this moment, this situation arose, and Chen Jing would not have believed it without external intervention.

Although he couldn't sense what kind of power was involved at his current level, he was certain of one thing: Kuafu was definitely being controlled by some kind of power.

At the very moment Kuafu perished, Houyi, who was practicing the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation with eleven Ancestral Witches in the Pangu Temple, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with flames of rage.

Although the Wu tribe does not cultivate the primordial spirit, they are connected by secret methods.

Otherwise, in the war between the demons and the sorcerers, the demons could communicate over thousands of miles, while the sorcerers would have to travel endless distances to relay messages. How could they possibly fight like that? As the great sorcerers of the Houtu tribe, after Houtu transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the affairs of the tribe were basically decided by the two of them.

Moreover, as the first generation of witches to emerge from the Pangu Temple, the two had developed a bond stronger than that of brothers over the endless years.

Now that Kuafu has perished, how could Hou Yi not be furious? A raging fire of anger was burning within him.

Hou Yi immediately stood up, grabbed his magic bow and magic arrows, and charged out.

Upon noticing Hou Yi's unusual behavior, the other eleven Ancestral Witches also stood up, each with a bad premonition.

When Hou Yi learned that Kuafu was chasing after ten little golden crows, his face darkened, and he flew directly towards the ten little golden crows.

As the eleven ancestral witches walked out of the Pangu Temple, they happened to see Hou Yi's figure flying away at high speed.

Upon learning of the fall of Kuafu Chasing the Sun, his face darkened. The great shamans of the Wu tribe were like the demon saints of the demon tribe, the pillars of their respective tribes. Now, the demon tribe had actually caused the fall of one of their great shamans, clearly intending to provoke another war.

He directly instructed the ten ancestral witches beside him to return to their tribes and prepare to storm the Heavenly Court and demand the lives of the demon race.