Chapter 2178: Volume 10: The Demon Realm War, Chapter 2156: Wood Spirit Eight Sons

From the day the array eye was formed, Han Li and the three, fearing sneak attacks by high-level Demon Race people, no longer lived in the cloud buildings, but all sat cross-legged under the giant tree.

Since the array eye was based on this backup Holy Tree, as long as it was not destroyed, the array eye would naturally be safe and sound.

As for the thousands of guards of various races who followed, they were also evenly distributed to several nearby hills, just guarding the valley where the array eye was located.

As for the Crab Daoist, Han Li had always let him hide in a building on the giant cloud.

With the cultivation of this golden crab, simulating the aura of a mid-level human cultivator was an easy task. Except for Mahayana existences, ordinary cultivators couldn't see its true cultivation at all.

Therefore, although Cao Jixi and Fei Xiaoxi had seen the Crab Daoist several times by Han Li's side, they didn't pay any attention to it, instead regarding it as one of Han Li's personal attendants.

And since the array was formed, information about the great battle between the coalition and the Demon Race was transmitted daily.

Although Han Li and the others were sitting in the array eye, they could also grasp the situation at the front line in time.

And judging from the information obtained, the coalition and the Demon Race army launched seven fierce battles at the border, and after both sides suffered losses close to one-fifth of their strength, the coalition began to retreat without leaving any traces.

This time, the Demon Race side still appeared with three Saint Ancestor true bodies, more than twenty Saint Ancestor incarnations, and hundreds of Demon Venerable existences, firmly suppressing the coalition in terms of high-level power.

In addition, the coalition had used countless deceptive means beforehand, so the army's retreat did not arouse the suspicion of the Demon Race side. Seeing the other side reveal a sign of defeat, they pressed forward aggressively.

The coalition did not show a trend of collapsing, but continued to fight while retreating, and kept organizing forces to fight the Demon Race army that was chasing them every day, making the battlefield unconsciously move slowly toward the Wood Realm Great Array.

Time passed bit by bit, and the transmission of news changed from once a day to twice, three times a day...

The Demon Race army had gradually approached the absolute array set up by the Wood Race's full power.

In a giant peak within the area covered by the Wood Realm Great Array, on a giant platform built temporarily, the Wood Race's acting Great Elder stood straight.

Not far in front of him, there was an array only four or five zhang large. Around it sat eight Wood Race old men with wrinkled faces, all with their eyes closed, each holding a white wooden plate, pointing at the plates continuously.

And from these wooden plates, white light beams were released from time to time, condensing into a mass above the array, forming a not-small light curtain.

The Wood Race's acting Great Elder was staring intently at everything on the light curtain.

And in the light curtain, there were countless dense light spots scattered all over it.

All the light spots were mostly divided into green and purple colors, sometimes intertwined, sometimes flying apart quickly, as if marching and fighting, changing unpredictably.

Regardless of how they changed, both types of light spots were slowly retreating in the same direction, and finally fell into a giant pattern, and after flashing simultaneously, the light spots all disappeared into thin air.

At this time, the eight Wood Race old men opened their eyes, and the light on the wooden plates in their hands converged, and the light curtain instantly collapsed inch by inch.

"Not bad, this calculation result is still very smooth, and I have worked hard for several masters again," the Wood Race acting Great Elder saw this situation, and a smile appeared on his face, actually being very polite to the eight Wood Race old men.

"It's nothing. This battle is related to the life and death of our Wood Race. We Wood Spirit Eight Sons, as elders of the clan, should naturally do our best. However, the current result is only a calculation made under the current conditions. If the subsequent conditions or the movements of the Demon Race army change, the result will be immediately different," one of the Wood Race old men replied with a light cough.

"This old man naturally knows this, so the next few days are extremely critical. I have to trouble the eight elders to calculate once every day to prevent the direction of the great battle from exceeding control," the acting Great Elder clasped his hands and said solemnly.

"Although we eight have some talent in divination and can predict and calculate some things at ordinary times. But this great battle involves countless powerful existences, and there are too many other factors beyond calculation. We eight can only do our best, and the calculation results can only be used as a reference for the Elder Council," the Wood Race old man who spoke shook his head and said.

"This old man also knows this in his heart, but with the help of the eight fellow Daoists, I can finally feel a little more at ease," the acting Great Elder replied with a bitter smile.

Although such a great battle involving more than a million people cannot directly predict the outcome of the battle with divination, it is entirely possible to deduce the trend of the great battle and make some relatively accurate judgments in advance.

And these eight Wood Race old men were the eight most famous for their divination ability in the Wood Race, and were directly sealed as the Wood Spirit Eight Sons by the Elder Council, having made countless contributions to the Wood Race.

These Wood Spirit Eight Sons also became extremely old and unbearable because of too many calculations in the past, consuming too much lifespan.

But because of this, the Wood Race had always hidden these eight people in the past confrontations with the Demon Race, not daring to use them easily.

But this move caused the Wood Race's original Great Elder to fall into the Demon Race's trap carelessly, not only suffering heavy injuries but also losing most of the clan's territory.

So in this great battle related to the survival of the Wood Race, the Wood Race Elder Council could no longer care about anything else and invited these Wood Spirit Eight Sons out to calculate the battlefield situation to prevent any accidents from happening again.

After the Wood Spirit Eight Sons soon left the high platform, several other Wood Race elders swarmed around the acting Great Elder and began to discuss some important matters with solemn expressions.

At the same time, in the high sky at the border between the Wood Race and the Demon Race occupied area, Mo Jianli turned into a silver phantom, and a mass of thunder clouds a hundred acres wide rolled and surged around his body, countless silver electric arcs shot out from the clouds, turning into countless electric arrows and shooting toward the opposite side.

In an instant, the sky was full of thunder, and electric light flashed wildly.

On a hill ten miles away, there was a giant black sword over a hundred zhang long, firmly inserted into the mountain peak.

On the hilt of the giant sword, there was a withered and thin Demon Race man wearing a dark green cloak, releasing streams of icy sword Qi with both hands!

Each one was dozens of zhang long, and as they crisscrossed in the nearby void, they swept away all the silver electric arrows that shot over.

Above a giant lake, two giant wolf phantoms that looked like small mountains were biting each other crazily.

One was silver-white, three hundred zhang long, with four claws producing wind, spitting strands of white light from its mouth.

One was pitch-black, with fire spraying from its eyes, spitting clusters of evil Qi from its mouth!

With one claw swipe, a loud "chi-chi" sound was heard, and several long white marks appeared in the void, as if it had been torn open directly.

With another bite, a loud noise like an explosion came from in front of them, and waves of air rolled out, creating gusts of white hurricane out of thin air.

The two wolf phantoms fought at close quarters, which was obviously extremely tragic, but no matter what kind of huge damage the huge body received from the opponent, as long as the light on the body flowed, they would each recover as before.

And the scope of this violent fight was so wide that almost all the mountain peaks and dense forests within a hundred miles were turned into flat ground.

In the belly of a small mountain nearby, Ao Xiao Ancestor sat cross-legged in a temporary array, pinching seals with both hands, eyes closed, and his body radiating faint silver light.

In a secret room opened temporarily in a swamp a thousand zhang deep, ten thousand miles away, Yuan Sha was also

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In a mysterious space, two giant-like existences stood facing each other from several li apart.

One was ten zhang tall, with skin of an unusual crimson, a pair of pitch-black curved horns on his head, a pair of crimson fleshy wings on his back, and pale golden pupils. He stood with his arms crossed, coldly watching his opponent.

Opposite him was a savage-like giant with pitch-black skin, his entire body inscribed with golden and silver demonic patterns. He was bare-chested, and apart from a leather skirt around his waist, he had no other coverings at all.

This savage clenched his fists, staring at his opponent with two massive eyes like those of an ox.

Although both remained motionless in the void, they each radiated an astonishing aura.

In the void between them, two blood-red monsters, resembling wolves and apes, were locked in a fierce struggle with three giant golden tigers.

On one side, blood Qi rolled, their forms shifting unpredictably like ghosts amidst the demonic Qi; on the other, roars shook the heavens, and golden claw-light shot out like a rainstorm. For a time, neither side could gain the upper hand.

Clearly, just as the Allied Forces had planned, the three true forms of the Demon Race ancestors who had appeared were currently being held back by the three Great Ascension stage cultivators, including Mo Jianli.

Wary of one another, none of them could spare the effort to assist their respective armies.

Yet at this very moment, tens of millions of demons were being led step by step by the Allied Forces toward the direction of the Wood Realm Great Formation.

Once the Demon Race army, lacking the presence of a Saint Ancestor's true form, fell into the restrictions, the full power of the super formation would be unleashed, and the heavy casualties suffered by the Demon Race could well be imagined. Everything seemed to be developing in a direction favorable to the Allied Forces.

But at almost the same time, a Demon Race unit composed of over a thousand demonic flying vehicles was stealthily flying along the edge of the battlefield toward the rear of the Allied Forces.

These flying vehicles were all triangular in shape, entirely grayish-white, and inscribed on their surfaces with eerie demonic patterns resembling clouds and mist.

The nearly ten thousand demons on the flying vehicles were uniformly masked and cloaked, their hands empty, not a sliver of skin exposed; only their cold, blood-red eyes were visible above their masks.

Even more eerie was that so many demons stood motionless in the flying vehicles. In the silence, the entire unit did not make a single sound, advancing as silently as ghosts.

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