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

Chapter 36 Provoking the Zhurong Tribe and the Gonggong Tribe

As the body crashed to the ground, that area immediately became empty.

The Gonggong tribe's shaman, who had just drawn his sword, trembled all over, holding the cold blade, and felt countless resentful gazes rushing towards him.

The witch swallowed hard in fear, his calf muscles trembling, causing him to involuntarily take a few steps back.

"What are you doing!"

The shamans of the Gonggong tribe roared at him, angrily rebuking his actions.

However, the witch gritted her teeth, her eyes bloodshot, and roared back, "I just don't want to die, what did I do wrong?!"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Chu Feng made his move.

He raised his right hand, and golden light surged forth, with countless runes intertwining to form a path to heaven.

Then, a mysterious power enveloped the witch, restoring all his strength, releasing him from the restraints, and allowing him to leave.

hum!

The witch spread its wings, its whole body trembled, and it disappeared completely along the golden road.

After Chu Feng actually let the witch clan leave, some of the tens of thousands of witch clan members began to harbor rebellious thoughts.

Soon, the second member of the Wu clan to make a move appeared.

He moved swiftly, drawing his sword and charging towards the shamans of the Gonggong tribe. Raising his weapon high, he roared, "They were the ones who were ruthless first! Kill them!"

"Zhurong tribe, since you actually attacked us, then don't blame us."

"To survive!!"

"Kill them."

Within seconds, the ripple effect appeared.

The Wu tribes of the Gonggong and Zhurong tribes began to kill each other on a large scale, and even the leaders of both sides could not stop them.

They knew very well that this was a conspiracy by the human race, but the powerful witch warriors, filled with fear and rage, had no regard for such things.

Bang!

In the midst of the chaos, another fireball flew out, incredibly intense, even burning to death the powerful Wu Clan warrior who was about to leave.

This was a tactic employed by the Zhurong tribe. Upon seeing this, some members of the Wu tribe who were about to leave even abandoned their chance to leave and returned directly to fight their way back.

All the humans stood high in the sky, watching indifferently. Thinking of the hundreds of thousands of human comrades who had died, their hatred grew stronger.

Chu Feng restrained the two Golden Immortals of the Witch Clan to prevent them from interfering with the battlefield. In the end, he simply shattered their souls from a distance, leaving only their bodies in place.

Half an hour of fighting passed in the blink of an eye.

On the ground, the greenery had vanished, and the two tribes of witches were locked in a bloodbath, a scene resembling a training purgatory.

Many of the witches could have left, but they returned and wreaked havoc because of their deceased friends and relatives.

As time went on, many members of the Wu clan left, but even more died.

Their corpses piled up like mountains, and their blood stained the mountainside, creating an exceptionally eerie scene.

As many members of the Wu tribe departed, Chu Feng transmitted his voice, instructing the human war god, who had been prepared in advance, to change his appearance and blend in with them, sowing discord between the two tribes.

After this chaotic massacre, the rift between the two tribes will only widen further with the intervention of those who instigate it.

When everything came to an end, most of the witch clan members who had not yet left were on the verge of death.

Chu Feng used his annihilation technique to kill most of the Wu Clan corpses, and took back a small amount of spiritual matter and enough flesh and blood.

The ten human war gods arrived at the tribes of Gonggong and Zhurong respectively. After avoiding the tribes where the great shamans were located, they mingled with the smaller tribes and began to look for opportunities to sow discord.

These witches who fled back to their tribes all harbored deep-seated hatred for each other, having killed their husbands, wives, and children. Their conflicts were complex and irreconcilable.

At first, Xuan Du and the others had not found an opportunity, so they could only spread the idea of ​​killing each other in order to survive.

Just as Chu Feng had predicted, this incident instantly sparked conflict and anger within the two major tribes, especially in the smaller tribes, where the arguments were particularly heated.

Some small tribes could no longer sit still and launched devastating attacks on the surrounding Zhurong or Gonggong tribes. Overnight, countless killings broke out in various places.

All the races were confused about these matters, but Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were very clear that this was obviously a conspiracy by the human race, so they never made a move.

However, this momentary inaction resulted in an escalation of the conflict.

Following Chu Feng's method, the Ten War Gods kept stirring up trouble, drawing in more and more powerful members of the Witch Clan, while the smaller tribes dwindled in number as the fighting continued.

However, such a battle situation was clearly not enough to shake the foundation of the two major tribes.

Inside his territory, Chu Feng shook his head helplessly as he looked at the text message that had been sent back.

"They're not idiots."

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong did their best to suppress the internal strife of the large tribes, and the effect was indeed remarkable. Even though some members of the Wu tribe were dissatisfied, no battle broke out.

Not only that, Xuan Du almost got discovered when he infiltrated them, but fortunately he was prepared in advance and managed to escape safely.

In the following months, Xuan Du and his group of ten met frequently to exchange information, which continued for several months.

finally--

Each year, the various tribes of the Wu tribe have a plan to go out hunting together to demonstrate their strength.

Xuandu immediately decided to persuade their respective tribes to move in the direction they had chosen, as much as possible.

Soon, the day of the hunt arrived.

The tribes of the Ten War Gods set off along the predetermined route, just as planned.

After traversing mountains and rivers and crossing tens of thousands of miles, these teams inevitably clashed.

However, this time it was no longer a simple battle between small tribes. Each tribe had a considerable number of people, so they all exercised extra restraint.

Xuan Du, hiding in an inconspicuous place, spotted the God of War mingling with other tribes from afar, secretly gave him a signal, and then went into complete hiding.

In the following period, the small and large tribes remained distinct and did not disturb each other.

This left the Ten War Gods with no opportunity. Someone suggested creating the conditions, but Xuandu stopped them.

He said, "There are too many people this time, so we can only launch a surprise attack. We won't make a move until the opportunity arises."

The other war gods held back.

Before we knew it, another seven or eight days had passed.

That very night, Xuandu sent out a signal.

He watched as the people of the Zhurong tribe headed towards the Gonggong tribe, preparing to hunt their prey. At that moment, all ten of them set off at the same time.

Once they reached the depths of the forest, Xuandu made the first move.

laugh!

As the spiritual energy surged, large swaths of white light erupted in the forest, brimming with murderous intent, as turbulent as the ocean.

The intense white light instantly attracted the attention of all the powerful members of the tribe. Some members of the Wu tribe rushed over and witnessed the Wu tribe of the Zhu Rong tribe being killed by the Gong Gong Wu tribe.

The sorcerer high above roared at the dark figure below, "How dare you! Which tribe are you from?"

"Go to hell!" A war god emerged from the darkness, unleashing the power of laws to instantly kill the witch.

Instantly, a cloud of blood mist burst forth from the sky, spreading outwards with a pungent, bloody stench.

Upon seeing this, the ten war gods hidden in the shadows shouted loudly in succession.

"The Zhurong tribe committed murder!!"

"The Gonggong tribe committed murder!!"

The sounds came from the Gonggong tribe and the Zhurong tribe respectively, and the witch clans of both tribes became tense.

(End of this chapter)