Primordial Era: Humanity's Supreme Ruler, Abolishes Nuwa's Position as Holy Mother

Chapter 35: Let the Zhurong tribe and the Gonggong tribe, the sorcerer clan, fight each other.

After months of fighting, the Lich Clan within the territory, except for a small tribe under Zhu Rong and a small tribe under Gong Gong, were all wiped out.

The last demon clan member about to reach the Great Luo realm was crushed to death in the molten lava of the three human Great Luo realm members.

This scene shocked everyone.

Those who had slaughtered humans never imagined that humans would be several times more ruthless than they were.

After dealing with the demon race and most of the witch race, the territory became much quieter for the time being, and they began to purge the remaining low-level members who had slipped through the net.

In the past few months, the two witch tribes, one under Zhu Rong and the other under Gong Gong, have joined forces to resist the human race's attacks.

But the human race remained unmoved.

The leaders of the two small tribes were not very strong, only at the Golden Immortal realm. If Chu Feng wanted to, he could even kill them with a single slap, even the Four Ancestors of the Human Race.

As for why Chu Feng kept them alive, the two leaders were also puzzled.

At this moment.

Suddenly, members of the Wu tribe rushed into the cave outside the camp, shouting, "Chief, it's terrible! The humans are attacking!"

"What?" The leader of the Zhurong Witch Clan exclaimed in shock, rising from the massive stone bench. "How many people are there?"

"I don't know."

The great demon was so frightened that he could barely speak, only knowing that there was a vast expanse of people and he couldn't make out how many there were.

Faced with such a force of humans, the leader of Zhu Rong's side dared not delay and immediately rushed out.

Its true form is a three-headed snake with only one tail. When it moves, it makes a rumbling sound, creating a huge spectacle and raising a cloud of dust.

Just as he stepped out of the cave, he saw the young chief of the Gonggong tribe facing the human race.

The leader of the Gonggong tribe was a humanoid being, but he was enormous, standing ten zhang tall, with blue skin and obscure, glowing divine markings on his body.

He turned to look at the leader of the Zhurong tribe, his face grim.

"Surround them!" Xuan Du shouted.

Then, he transformed into golden light and crashed down from the sky, the power emanating from his body repelling the horde of powerful witch warriors.

He was originally a Golden Immortal, and had even stepped into the Quasi-Saint realm. He had few rivals among his peers, and his aura was so powerful that no one could match him.

The next second, the remaining nine War Gods swirled in the sky, showering down large swaths of golden light that completely engulfed the area.

In the blink of an eye, vast amounts of the power of laws instantly enveloped the entire mountain range, forming a massive cage that covered everything.

Seeing the menacing aura emanating from the humans, the surviving warriors of the two tribes trembled with fear.

"What should we do?"

"The humans are attacking! Chief, give the order!"

"No, I don't want to die yet."

Some members of the two tribes were terrified, some roared in anger, and some were filled with resentment; all sorts of emotions intertwined and spread unchecked.

Faced with this group of witches, not a single human showed the slightest pity. If it weren't for Chu Feng's order, these tens of thousands of witches would already be dead.

At this moment, the four ancestors of the human race also arrived.

Those at the Great Luo Realm are even more terrifying, manifesting their own unique abilities as they travel, such as the roar of a dragon in the nine heavens or the cry of a phoenix in the sky, shaking mountains and rivers.

After they arrived, they hovered above the Ten War Gods and continued to unleash even stronger laws to reinforce the sealing barrier erected by the Ten War Gods.

Instantly, the air was filled with a misty haze, creating an incredibly dazzling spectacle.

"What?! Even the Four Ancestors of Humanity have arrived!"

"We're doomed, we're really going to die this time."

Most of the Wu tribe members were terrified. Having lived in fear for months, they could no longer sit still in the face of such a scene.

In contrast, the two leaders appeared much more composed, but composure did not mean they were willing to take action.

At this moment, they were just like ordinary people, not revealing the slightest trace of their presence, keeping themselves tightly wrapped up, and not daring to overstep the bounds.

Four human ancestors, ten war gods, and the human grand tutor and three thousand earth immortals eyeing them from afar—such a lineup is quite impressive among all the races of the prehistoric world.

The two of them couldn't help but twitch their eyelids, marveling at how highly they thought of themselves.

At this moment, Chu Feng arrived.

Standing on auspicious clouds, his figure was no taller than any of the Wu tribe members, but the aura he exuded made them feel as if they were facing a high mountain, and a sense of oppression arose spontaneously.

His body shone brightly, filled with golden holy light, his eyes gleaming with an unusual brilliance, his aura as deep and unparalleled as a rainbow.

At this moment, he was like a creator god, descending with mysterious power. Even a wisp of his aura was enough to make tens of thousands of demons tremble.

Faced with Chu Feng, the supreme human being, all the powerful members of the Witch Clan were terrified. This was a terrifying existence who could truly crush even a Saint's body.

At this moment, the minor leader of the Gonggong tribe raised his right hand.

ka ka ka-

Suddenly, all the powerful Wu tribe warriors of the Gonggong tribe gripped their weapons, their spiritual energy circulating within them, ready to strike at any moment.

Xuan, who was standing opposite them, did not speak. Instead, he looked up at Chu Feng, who was slowly descending, and left the decision to him.

At that moment, Chu Feng touched his neck and laughed, "Don't be so nervous. I'm here to give you a chance to live. Don't always think of humans as so cruel."

"A chance to survive?" the young chieftain of the Gonggong tribe murmured, pressing for an answer. "What chance?"

"As long as I kill any one of the witches in the opposing tribe, I will let him leave," Chu Feng said with a cold laugh.

Upon hearing this, the two leaders were immediately enraged!

Before the leader could even speak, tens of thousands of Wu tribe members had already firmly refused, stating that they would absolutely not be provoked.

"Stop dreaming! We, the Wu tribe, only die fighting, not live on our knees!" roared the junior chief of the Gonggong tribe.

At the same time, the junior chief of the Zhurong tribe also expressed his opinion.

He roared, "If you want war, come now! You want us to kill each other? Dream on!"

The liches of the two major tribes were resolute, armed themselves, and channeled their spiritual energy to the fullest extent, ready for battle.

Subtly, their spiritual energy circulated among them, forming a pale white barrier on the surface, protecting all the witch clan members.

Seeing the situation before him, Chu Feng shook his head and chuckled. He raised his hand and lowered the restraints, locking the power within their bodies. The barrier that had just been formed suddenly dissipated.

"This is a golden opportunity. Otherwise, my men will kill ten members of the witch clan every ten breaths until you are all wiped out."

Chu Feng spread his arms wide, his back to the great sun, golden light spreading infinitely behind him. Then, he soared into the air, revealing a devilish smile.

At the same time, the four great ancestors of humanity descended.

They unleashed a terrifying pressure, causing the already imprisoned witch clan members to turn pale with fright.

At first, the witch clan persisted, but when the human race killed ten witch clansmen every ten breaths, and killed dozens of witch clansmen in succession, some witch clansmen finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

"I can't take it anymore, just die! I... I want to live!"

at this time--

One of the shamans of the Gonggong tribe, overcome with fear, drew his sword.

The snow-white blade flashed in the shape of a crescent moon. As it slashed out, with a soft "poof," a huge head flew up, accompanied by a gushing column of blood.

Then, the corpse of the witch from the Zhurong tribe collapsed to the ground with a thud.

(End of this chapter)