Houtu peeked at my chat and launched a counterattack against the prehistoric world.

Chapter 3: The Great Calamity of Humanity, Houtu's Choice

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, a somber atmosphere prevailed, with over four hundred million pure-blooded witches gathered together.

A dense aura of malevolence permeated the air, where vital energy and blood intertwined.

Further afield, there are human-wizard hybrids who serve as cannon fodder.

"It's good that Houtu is here." The Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang nodded slightly when he saw Houtu return.

"Go quickly to your tribe, take my witch clan's sons, and follow your brothers to annihilate the demon race!"

Seeing her elder brother Dijiang's solemn gaze, and the murderous looks from Zhujiuyin, Gonggong, and Zhurong, Houtu felt worried.

Even the usually calm and collected Sister Xuanming seemed unable to suppress the chilling aura of the Ice Law surrounding her.

Houtu sighed deeply, then nodded slightly and headed towards her Houtu tribe.

Hongjun's previous interference in their fight against the demon race was clearly a malicious act motivated by a desire for treasure.

The trump card, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, was exposed 300,000 years ago. Over the years, Houtu suspected that the demon race had developed a way to deal with it.

Thinking of this, Houtu looked at the chat group and couldn't help but wonder, "Could it really be as that unlucky dragon said, that the demon race has set up some kind of Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array?"

While pondering, Houtu quickly arrived at her tribe.

He sent the young warriors of the Houtu tribe to rejoin the main force, while he himself fell into deep thought:

"Huilong said I should build a tunnel. How should a tunnel be built?"

......

The Heavenly Court has thirty-three heavens.

Emperor Jun sat high on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor. This former overlord of the primordial world was now unaware that his primordial spirit was obscured by the heavy aura of calamity.

Beside him were two demon royal thrones, one of which was occupied by his younger brother, Taiyi.

The other one is Nuwa's elder brother, the Demon Emperor Fuxi!

Di Jun looked down at the hundreds of millions of demon soldiers who had gathered below, and suddenly stood up from his throne, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Today, the Witch Clan killed ten of my own sons. I, Di Jun, have lost my sons, and the Demon Court has lost its crown prince."

"What do you say should be done?"

The powerful demons immediately roared, "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"My lord, avenge our child!" At this moment, the Heavenly Empress Xihe appeared in the Thirty-Third Heaven, clad in silver Taiyin armor.

"Very well!" Di Jun said, then summoned the Hetu and Luoshu. "Issue my order: set up the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array and crush the Wu Clan!"

"Yes!" Many demon gods and demon saints began to form their battle formations according to the secret rehearsals they had previously practiced, using the two top-grade innate spiritual treasures to communicate with the power of the stars in the sky.

Among the great demons, Demon Master Kunpeng glanced at the Hetu and Luoshu, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, a strange thought had arisen in Kunpeng's mind, but he concealed it very well.

Just then, Bai Ze seemed to remember something and, forcing himself to speak, said, "Your Majesty, our Slaughtering Witch Sword is still a hair's breadth away from being fully refined..."

Before Di Jun could speak, Taiyi retorted first: "Bai Ze, even without the Witch-Slaying Sword, are we, the sons of the demon race, incapable of killing those bloodthirsty witches?"

"Of course we can kill them, but without the Witch-Slaying Sword, our clan's casualties will be too great," Bai Ze replied.

Taiyi was about to erupt upon hearing this, but then he saw Dijun barely suppress his anger, regain his composure, and speak in a deep voice:

"Bai Ze, I hereby order you to take ten demon gods and one hundred thousand demon soldiers and quickly go to collect the vengeful souls of the human race!"

"Yes." Bai Ze quickly agreed and immediately took away a group of demon soldiers.

......

Rumble~

The calamity energy between heaven and earth surged once more.

The demon race's Heavenly Court deployed billions of troops, forming an array on the thirty-three heavenly courts, drawing upon the power of the celestial bodies.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the Wu tribe is also rapidly mobilizing, their forces aimed directly at the Demon Court!

"Where's Houtu? Why hasn't she replied yet?"

Emperor Jiang, the Ancestral Witch, activated the laws of space and discovered that Houtu had disappeared again, which enraged him.

"Brother, perhaps Houtu has something urgent to attend to," the Time Ancestral Witch Zhujiuyin quickly interjected. "The most urgent task now is to suppress the evil energy and form an array!"

"For now, let Jiufeng and Chiyou temporarily fill in for Houtu. Once Houtu returns, we'll switch her back."

Jiufeng is the most special among the great witches, as she is the younger sister of Qiangliang, the ancestral witch of thunder.

She could be considered the thirteenth ancestral witch, but because Pangu's essence and blood were insufficient during her conception, she was not among the ancestral witches.

Although Chi You was a great shaman, in terms of strength, he was almost on par with Jiu Feng.

Soon, Jiufeng and Chiyou circulated their internal energy and evil energy, temporarily taking Houtu's place.

Together with a group of ancestral witches, they began to activate the Pangu Palace and operate the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation!

The entire primordial land was permeated with a terrifying aura of malevolence.

All the myriad races of the primordial era closed their mountain gates tightly.

The Lich and Demon races are about to engage in a life-or-death struggle.

Even the disciples of the great teachings of the sages quietly recited the Yellow Court Classic.

Chen Fusheng, on the other hand, used the Netherworld's top-tier spiritual treasure, the Mirror of Misfortune, to secretly observe the situation in the prehistoric world deep within the River of Oblivion.

Group owner Chen Fusheng: "The Wu and Yao races have begun to assemble, but I saw Bai Ze leading an army to the prehistoric land, presumably to forge the Wu-slaying Sword."

Luo Ji: "Then the human race is going to be in big trouble. In the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, the human race will suffer and endure great hardship."

Fang Qi: "There's nothing we can do. It's because the vengeful spirits of humans can break through the physical bodies of great witches and even injure ancestral witches."

"By the way, group admin, aren't you going to save the humans?"

Huang Tao: "That's right. If we go to save the human race now, we'll reap many benefits when the lich and demons are defeated, and the human race rises to become the eternal overlord of the prehistoric world."

Seeing Huang Tao's words in the group chat, Chen Fusheng couldn't help but shake his head and replied in the group:

"There's nothing I can do to save them. It's too dangerous outside right now. I'm willing to save people, but I'm powerless to kill the demons. It's safer for me to just stay put."

"If you want to save people and gain benefits, there will be plenty of opportunities. I can wait until Gonggong collapses Buzhou Mountain and then talk to the Xuan Turtle about supporting the sky."

"Moreover, how can humans, who have never experienced hardship, understand the cruel law of the jungle in the primordial world?"

"I feel that the great calamity of humanity is a life-threatening pain that humanity must endure."

Luo Ji: "Actually, the most suitable person to save the human race should be Houtu."

Upon seeing this, Chen Fusheng was taken aback at first, and then replied in the group chat:

"As expected of a top-tier sociologist, it's a pity that Houtu didn't know that the human race would be the eternal overlord of the prehistoric world, nor did she know that the Witch-Slaying Sword could easily kill witch generals or even great witches."

I couldn't understand what a tunnel was, and I was planning to meet up with my brothers first, but then I saw in the group chat that the human race would be the eternal overlords of the prehistoric world.

I was immediately struck by the unbelievable.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"How could humans, who are so weak, possibly be the dominant race?"

"Is my witch clan truly doomed? Will I, with the last remaining members, eke out a living in the dark and sunless underworld by building tunnels?"

Thinking back to the three clans of dragon, phoenix, and qilin, and even the races that fought for supremacy during the great calamity of ferocious beasts, it seems that they all ended up like this.

"No, even if the Dark Dragon did shoot down nine suns and ten of them fell into the East Sea as Yi did, it couldn't possibly know everything!"

"Humans are so weak, how could their vengeful spirits possibly break through the flesh of my witch clan?"

Thinking of this, Houtu was still somewhat worried. Her figure disappeared instantly, preparing to go and confirm.