Honghuang: It makes sense that there are four Sanqing, right?

"Alright, let's go!"

Seeing his brothers' unanimous support, the Great Golden Crow became even more convinced that his decision was correct. He flapped his wings and flew towards Kuafu and his companions.

The speed of the Golden Crows surpassed that of Kuafu, and in a short while, Kuafu also saw the Golden Crows.

Although he lacked a primordial spirit, he fought against the demon race for many years, and Kuafu could determine the strength of these demons by their aura.

Even at the peak of the Great Luo realm, he remained dignified and fearless.

"You scruffy bird, get out of the witch clan's land!"

Kuafu's blood surged, his calves bulged with veins, his muscles swelled, and with a push of his feet, he burst forth and leaped to the side of the Great Golden Crow.

Huh? This... what kind of superhuman strength is this?

The giant golden crow was startled.

But Kuafu did not stop. Taking advantage of the brief moment of airtime, Kuafu vigorously swung his snake staff, his blood and qi surging, and struck the left wing of the Great Golden Crow.

If nothing unexpected happens, this blow should break the Golden Crow's wings, crippling it even if it doesn't die. Once it falls to the ground and can't get up, it will be Kuafu's possession.

In the Demon Emperor's palace, Di Jun saw the Great Golden Crow's performance and cursed under his breath, "Useless."

Then, with a gentle flick of his finger, a wisp of Emperor Jun's fire appeared on the left wing of the Great Golden Crow, continuously burning the vital energy in the snake staff. By the time the snake staff completely fell, the vital energy had been reduced to less than one-tenth.

If we let Kuafu take action, he might only kill one or two at most, and the rest of the golden crows would run away. In that case, the effect of boosting morale would be negligible.

We still need Hou Yi.

On the other side, the dazed Golden Crow felt a slight pain from its left wing, snapped out of its daze, and excitedly flapped its wings.

Hey!? It doesn't hurt, hehe, it doesn't hurt!

The Great Golden Crow was completely unaware of the changes in the divine fire, taking it only as its own power taking effect. When it realized what was happening, it flapped its wings and pecked at Kuafu, who was landing.

Kuafu had nowhere to brace himself upon landing, and the power of his serpent staff was greatly diminished, barely managing to repel the Great Golden Crow.

With a loud crash, Kuafu landed on the ground. In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere within a radius of a hundred miles, trees fell and rocks collapsed, and a deep crater was created where he landed.

Damn it, this demonic fire! You scraggly bird, let's see how many times you can burn! His attack was blocked, and Kuafu was more angry than confused. He leaped up and attacked the Golden Crow again.

But the other eight golden crows also surrounded him, so Kuafu had to switch from offense to defense, changing from smashing to swinging. He swung his snake staff in a circle and drove the golden crows away.

Kuafu landed, and the other three clansmen huddled together back to back, drawing away some golden crows. He himself remained outside, sometimes helping his clansmen defend, sometimes attacking, trying to kill one or two golden crows.

However, no matter how Kuafu attacked, or how vigorous the energy within the serpent staff was, it always became weak and powerless when it struck the wings.

Gradually, Kuafu felt somewhat exhausted, so he attacked less and defended more.

Finally, they huddled together with the other tribesmen, panting heavily, finding themselves better able to defend than attack.

"Hahaha, so the Great Witch of the Witch Clan is so weak. When he hits me, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Exactly, those people in the Heavenly Court always talk about how powerful the Witch Clan is, they're just a bunch of useless trash."

The golden crows looked at the exhausted witch tribe, circling above them and taunting them, occasionally pecking down to further drain their strength.

Kuafu was filled with rage, his eyes blazing with fury, yet he remained helpless against them.

The demonic fire of these strange birds can burn my vital energy. Let's try attacking without using my vital energy.

Suppressing his anger, Kuafu tried to think and came up with a solution. Let's give it a try!

He took out a piece of spirit ore from his pocket, and instead of infusing it with his blood and qi, he threw it with all his might. With a sound that tore through space, the ore struck a golden crow.

Become!

The golden crow that was hit was immediately sent flying backward, blood dripping from its mouth and feathers falling off.

"Big brother! He hit me! He actually hit me!"

"I'm going to kill him! Kill him!"

The golden crow was injured, but not seriously. It quickly flew back, bloodstains on its beak, sparse feathers, and let out a loud, angry scream.

The other Golden Crows, enraged at the sight of their brother being attacked, intensified their offensive.

Kuafu brandished his serpent staff for defense, occasionally throwing spirit ore to counterattack, causing the golden crows to cry out in pain. Some of the weaker ones were even unable to fly steadily.

However, even the strongest fists can't fight off a large number of hands. Kuafu had also exhausted too much energy at the beginning, and as time went on, he was almost out of strength to even defend himself.

The golden crows became even more rampant, howling as they flew near the ground, their wings slicing through the air and their beaks pecking, leaving deep bloodstains on the witch tribe.

One by one, the clansmen fell, until finally, only Kuafu was left, struggling to hold on.

He could no longer feel any strength in his body. His eyes were glazed over, his consciousness was blurred, and he was surrounded by a sea of ​​fire. Nine golden crows were constantly bleeding him, and his life was hanging by a thread.

The Great Golden Crow swirled in the sky, looking at its body, which was riddled with wounds from being hit by the spirit ore, and then at the figure teetering on the brink of collapse in the sea of ​​fire, its eyes filled with resentment.

"Brothers, that wretched hairless monkey is about to die! Give it your all and avenge us!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

The birds echoed, and the fire suddenly intensified. Enduring the pain in their wings, they increased their flight speed, constantly swirling over Kuafu's body, which had turned him into a blood-soaked figure.

"Let me end him!"

The golden crow soared into the sky, struggling downwards, its beak pointing towards the bloodied man's heart, as if it could already see Kuafu falling completely, and felt a sense of smug satisfaction.

With a whoosh, the earth rumbled and thick smoke billowed out. What had fallen?

The Great Golden Crow!

As the thick smoke dissipated, its form was revealed: a bird with three legs and golden, glossy feathers—it was a giant golden crow!

The Great Golden Crow lay on the ground, an arrow piercing its heart. It was lifeless, but the joy in its eyes had not yet faded.

Before the golden crows could even be surprised, three more arrows flew by with incredible speed, so fast that even the golden crows couldn't escape them, and three more fell down immediately.

"Aaaaah! What is that!?"

The remaining golden crows were terrified and scattered in all directions, but they were no match for Hou Yi's divine arrows, which were jointly crafted by the space ancestor Dijiang and the time ancestor Zhujiuyin.

It contains the power of the laws of space and time; once locked on, there is absolutely no possibility of escape.

In the distance, Hou Yi looked at his old friend, whose human form was no longer recognizable, and tears of blood streamed from his eyes. He drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and fired four more arrows in quick succession, causing the four golden crows to fall to the ground.

The last golden crow was terrified, its soul trembling, and it fled for its life.

"You scruffy bird, don't go!"

Hou Yi took out his last divine arrow and aimed it at the last golden crow.

"Whoosh"

The sound of something breaking through the air came, like the whisper of death. The golden crow burned its essence, its primordial spirit, its divine soul, and everything that could burn, all for the sake of flying, flying out of here, flying to the Heavenly Court.

I cannot die. I am the son of the Demon Emperor, one of the masters of the primordial world. In the future, I will rule over a world. Fly, fly faster!

The golden crow burned everything, its speed approaching that of the divine arrow, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to reach the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Jinwu was overjoyed. There was hope! His father would surely send someone to rescue him!

In the Demon Emperor's Palace, even Di Jun was somewhat surprised by his will to survive, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

But the next moment, Di Jun had a thought, and the true fire of the sun that had been hidden on the Golden Crow suddenly became intense, threatening to burn everything about him.

Upon sensing the familiar aura, Jinwu was initially overjoyed, but the next moment, a sharp pain shot through his body.

"Father...Father Emperor? Why?"

The golden crow's speed faltered, and it was overtaken by the divine arrow, falling to the ground on a plain.

Di Jun's eyes were cold as he withdrew his divine fire and looked at the corpse of the Golden Crow. The withered body, burned and pierced by divine arrows, showed no trace of Di Jun's actions.

"Not bad, very good..."