Chapter 2779 - 2778: Rivalry Between Two Clans

Chapter 2779: Chapter 2778: Rivalry Between Two Clans

Li Jing looked completely dumbfounded. He had just rushed over with a group of Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, only to see the Witch Tribe suddenly turn around and press toward their formation instead.

They only had a hundred thousand men; how could they possibly hold back a million witches?

On the other side, Feng Bo, Rain Master, and also Jingwei and Wuu Gang led a group of Demon King Level experts as the rear guard.

Feng Bo and Rain Master were the first to raise a wind-and-rain barrier, blocking the Demon Army’s charge.

Incompatible stared at this wind-and-rain barrier, concentrating for a moment as he said, "Feng Bo and Rain Master truly are extraordinary. Back when the Witch Tribe and the Human Race fought that great war, Feng Bo and Rain Master held off Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang’s million-strong army. In the end, it was Brother Yinglong lending a hand that finally defeated them, right?"

Bai Ze sighed and said, "Don’t mention it. Yinglong’s heart is only with the Human Race. Last time we asked him to come out of seclusion, he handed all the opportunities to that stinking brat instead. If he’d given his Cultivation Level to us, how would we be in such a difficult spot now?"

Incompatible said, "Exactly. Born of the Demon Clan, yet he keeps risking his life for the Human Race. He’s truly a traitor to our Demon Clan."

His eyes went cold. He turned to look at the Kunpeng Ancestor, who was resting with his eyes closed, and shouted, "Ancestor, it’s your turn to act."

The Kunpeng Ancestor jumped up, looking slippery and sly as ever. He glanced around and said, "What? What’s happened?"

Incompatible and the others were all speechless. Back when the Ancient Demon Clan fought the Witch Tribe, this guy was exactly like this—scheming and slacking off—and even swiped the Demon Clan’s supreme treasure, the Heluo Divine Chart, letting the Witch Tribe and two Demon Emperors perish together.

Now he was still afraid of getting entangled in cause and effect, acting the same as before.

Bai Ze reminded him, "Ancestor, Feng Bo and Rain Master have blocked the little ones’ path. You have to make a move!"

"Oh, oh!"

The Kunpeng Ancestor looked at the wind-and-rain barrier ahead and said blandly, "This is easy. A little trick like that is nothing at all!"

He suddenly thrust out a claw toward the sky above the wind-and-rain barrier, and within the black clouds there was a sudden cracking tremor.

A gigantic golden claw manifested inside, blotting out the sky and appearing in the clouds like a mountain range.

With a ripping sound, the claw yanked down.

It was as if it meant to tear the heavens open. With a thunderous boom, it shattered the clouds in the sky to powder.

Feng Bo and Rain Master both retreated backward, blood spurting from their mouths as they shouted, "It’s that old Kunpeng bastard making a move."

Quasi-Saint Cultivation Level was something the two of them could not possibly withstand.

The Demon Army seized the opportunity to break through the barrier and surged forward in a mad rush.

The Kunpeng Ancestor said smugly, "A tiny Witch Tribe dares oppose this old man? Truly overestimating themselves!"

He sat back down on his Taishi Chair, waiting for Incompatible and the others to praise and flatter him.

But Incompatible and the others were watching the front, not paying him any mind at all.

The Kunpeng Ancestor coughed dryly twice, his face a bit dull as he took the initiative to ask Little Peng King, "Disciple, how was your master’s Primordial Unity Golden Light Sky-splitting Claw?"

Little Peng King naturally praised him again and again. "Master’s Quasi-Saint bearing is such that there were none like you before and will be none after. You’re one of the supreme beings of this age."

The Kunpeng Ancestor threw back his head and laughed. "Low profile, low profile. I’ve never liked showing off."

Incompatible and the others listened and felt like vomiting, thinking to themselves, Just who’s standing here shamelessly selling himself?

After the Demon Army charged forward, they clashed with the Witch Tribe forces that had stayed behind as the rear guard.

Jingwei spread her wings and shouted, "Fire, come!"

Within the Void, it suddenly turned red like raging flames, as if barrels of fire oil were overturned, and from the Void an overwhelming deluge of flaming oil poured down.

The fire oil splashed everywhere. Wherever it fell on the Little Demons, they were instantly vaporized.

Wuu Gang also swung his axe and plunged into the formation, letting out a strange yell, "Tree-chopping Divine Skill!"

On Moonlight Star he’d chopped trees until now, and only had this one Tree-chopping Divine Skill.

But this one move had been honed to perfection. With one swing of the axe, even the Void twisted, and in an instant he swept through a massive swath of Little Demons.

Xiang Liu let out a weird shout. "Me too!"

His nine heads suddenly emerged; just like Jiu Ying, he had nine Azure Dragon heads for a body.

Only Xiang Liu belonged to the Witch Tribe and was born with a human face.

Nine Azure Dragon heads with human faces growing on top looked even stranger than Jiu Ying.

As the nine heads emerged, they opened their mouths and lunged at the Little Demons, black and heavy as they swallowed down another large patch of the Demon Clan.

Incompatible cursed loudly, "Spent crossbows, and you still dare to strut? Kill them!"

The Ancient Demon Clan’s Jiu Ying, Gui Che, Zi Tie and the others had long since been unable to sit still. One after another they screamed hoarsely as they charged into the Witch Tribe rear-guard army.

With their joining the fray, the Demon Clan instantly became unstoppable, sweeping across the hundred-thousand-strong Witch Tribe rearguard.

Feng Bo, Rain Master, and Jingwei, Wuu Gang, Xiang Liu all clashed with Jiu Ying, Gui Che, Zi Tie and the rest.

As both sides fought fiercely, Incompatible kept urging the Kunpeng Ancestor. "Ancestor, don’t just sit there. Go kill those Great Witches—then this battle will be a complete victory for us!"

The Kunpeng Ancestor shook his head. "No, no. The cause and effect entangled with me is already heavy enough. If I kill again, I won’t be able to dodge the future Great Tribulation."

Incompatible gave him a look of contempt, then took out something like a bone whistle from his hand and said coldly, "Fortunately, when I came, I begged this from Patriarch Buddha. With this to help us, the Witch Tribe won’t be strutting for long."

"What is that?"

Bai Ze asked curiously.

Incompatible snorted. "A Witch-annihilating Divine Instrument!"

He raised his hand and put the whistle in his mouth, blowing it so that it went dooo-woo, dooo-woo, as if calling something.

All of a sudden, a sun appeared up in the Thirty-Three Heavens, like a golden oil lamp lighting up this place.

Within the sun, a Three-legged Golden Crow manifested.

Bai Ze cried out in shock and excitement, "The De-Demon Emperor?"

Incompatible shook his head. "This is only a wisp of the Demon Emperor’s Primordial Spirit manifesting. Back when the Demon Emperor perished together with the Ancestral Witch, his Primordial Spirit transformed into what is now Taihua Star. This bone whistle can summon one wisp of the Demon Emperor’s Primordial Spirit to kill the enemy."

He looked down at the Witch Tribe below, coldly, as if he were looking at a field of dried meat.

The Three-legged Golden Crow sun suddenly erupted with scorching radiance, instantly covering the heads of the Witch Tribe.

Crimson Flame Light carried enormous radiation, like blades, whipping up a gale that swept across the entire Witch Tribe.

Those witches with weaker bodies were instantly turned into white mist by this light.

The flesh of the other witches was likewise roasted, giving off the smell of grilled meat, and they fell to their knees, howling in agony.

Incompatible laughed proudly. "Burn! Burn! Let the Demon Emperor’s Primordial Spirit cleanse the darkness of heaven and earth, and burn your filthy blood until nothing’s left!"

"I’ll chop that sun!"

Xingtian was in the midst of slaughtering the Human Race army, and, furious, he swung his axe and hurled himself upward toward the sky.

That Golden Crow sun was extremely nimble, darting around in the air to dodge the axe and never coming into direct conflict with Xingtian.

Jiufeng snarled coldly, "A single wisp of Primordial Spirit, and it wants to defy the heavens?"

She raised her hand and brought forth the Sorcery Book.

From within, boundless Blood Qi instantly poured forth, covering the heads of the Witch Tribe army, like a thick red cloud shielding the witches.

The sunlight shining straight down was blocked by this layer of Blood Qi.

Down below, the Witch Tribe army had been groaning in misery; their eyes had nearly been scorched blind by the Golden Crow sunlight.

But as soon as they were shrouded in this Blood Qi, the wounds on their bodies began to heal in a miraculous fashion.