Chapter 100: Pounded by Wind and Rain

"What are you laughing at? Your clan members are about to be wiped out, and today we can roast you for meat, hahaha!" His laughter echoed through the night sky.

The Snake Race leader immediately charged at the Wu Clan Great Luo.

Seeing this, the Wu Clan Great Luo thought it was just the same old trick, paid it no mind, reached out to seize the long spear, and said coldly, "Since you persist in your delusion, let me show you true terror."

Just as his hand was about to touch the spear, a sudden sting shot from his palm, as if pierced by a sharp needle.

He furrowed his brows, quickly withdrew his hand, and stared in disbelief at his palm, where the previously invulnerable skin now bore a tiny red dot, blood slowly seeping out.

"How is this possible? How could my defense be breached so easily?" He stared intently at the opponent's long spear, trying to discern what secret it held.

"Ha ha! Your body is not invincible; I have already found the way to break it." The Snake Race leader laughed loudly upon seeing the Wu Clan Great Luo's reaction.

The Wu Clan Great Luo's brows furrowed even tighter.

"What on earth is this, that can pierce my flesh defense?" he wondered.

While pondering, the Snake Race leader, spear in hand, suddenly leapt to the left.

The leap used no magical energy, followed no established law, and relying solely on the spear's hardness, easily pierced a Wu Clan member's skull.

The Wu Clan member didn't even have time to scream before collapsing with a thud.

Seeing this, the Snake Race leader's smile brightened. "Now do you still dare to brag there?" he mocked, "Prepare to die!" He said, then swung the spear again, charging at the Wu Clan's Great Luo strongman.

Even though the Wu Clan Great Luo strongman didn't believe he could be defeated, he reached out to block, but the familiar sting struck again, adding a fresh wound to his hand.

As the battle progressed, the spear left more and more wounds on him, the initial few tiny red spots expanding into patches, blood gushing.

The Wu Clan Great Luo strongman roared, the blood spilling like molten lava, streaming down his arm.

He launched a reckless, fierce attack on the Snake Race leader, and any Demon Race members who failed to evade, upon touching even a drop of hot blood, would scream in agony.

At this moment, the Snake Race leader was unusually cunning, dodging left and right to avoid a direct clash with the Wu Clan Great Luo strongman, keeping a steady distance while using the spear to inflict continual damage.

"This guy is indeed cunning," Ye Yi observed the situation from high above, thinking to himself, "Perhaps this Wu Clan Great Luo strongman could actually be defeated by him."

As time passed, even though the Wu Clan Great Luo strongman displayed astonishing power, the continual blood loss and the spear's toxin corrosion turned his once robust body a bruised black, his movements growing sluggish and feeble.

"How could I possibly lose to you?" the Wu Clan Great Luo strongman growled in despair and unwillingness. Yet reality mercilessly unfolded before him, each counterattack appearing so feeble.

In the end, he collapsed on the ground, powerless.

With a deafening roar, the Wu Clan's Great Luo‑level strongman fell.

Witnessing all this, the surrounding Wu Clan villagers' faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

But at that moment, they had no time to dwell on the shock, for the Demon Race's assault on them had already begun.

The Snake Race leader, already a being of profound cultivation, now, with the sole Wu Clan Great Luo strongman who could match him crushed, roamed the battlefield unchecked, unstoppable.

Each swing of his spear brought forth massive death.

The Wu Clan's proud, powerful flesh, before this spear stained with human blood, turned into a fatal weakness.

All their combat techniques revolved around robust bodies, yet when facing that spear, those bodies appeared unusually fragile, unable to withstand a single blow.

The toxin rapidly corroded their bodies, greatly weakening their combat ability.

Thus, Wu Clan warriors fell one after another.

"Clan Leader is mighty! Clan Leader is extraordinary!" the Demon Race members cheered.

However, the Wu Clan did not surrender easily; even knowing the enemy before them was hard to defeat, they did not retreat, but surged forward relentlessly like moths to flame, falling beneath the Snake Race clan leader's spear.

The Snake Race clan leader showed no mercy, repeatedly thrusting and withdrawing the spear until the battlefield was littered with Wu Clan warriors' corpses, the air thick with a nauseating stench.

When the last Wu Clan warrior fell, the camp fell into utter silence, leaving only the victor, the silhouette of the Demon Race.

Ye Yi silently calculated in his mind, "Hmm, this speed is indeed good." He knew that for lower‑rank Wu Clan, this spear dyed with human blood posed a lethal threat.

If confronting a Shaman, continuous pressure must be applied to gradually gain advantage; against a demon‑god‑level opponent, a treasure like the Witch-slaying Sword is required.

Thinking of this, a hint of seriousness flashed in Ye Yi's eyes, "This is not merely ordinary human blood, but the essence condensed from the vital blood of tens of thousands, and the conspiracy behind it is far more complex than it appears."

Then he let out a light hum, "Since you have finished your performance, now it's my turn to appear."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Yi descended from the sky, a terrifying pressure accompanying him, as if the heavens had extended a massive hand, causing the earth to tremble.

The Snake Race clan leader, who had just finished the battle and hadn't had time to celebrate, was struck by the overwhelming pressure, a gush of fresh blood spouting from his mouth.

Within the Purple Sky Palace, Hongjun's fingertips swirled Chaos energy, and the starlight on the celestial chessboard suddenly extinguished.

He looked toward the battlefield roiling with the Sea of Blood, sighed lightly, "The variables have become constants; it's time to conclude."

Before his words finished, Honghuang Tian Di trembled with a thunderous roar.

Deep in the Wu Clan's ancestral lands, twelve demon gods offered their vital blood in sacrifice, summoning Pangu's Void Shadow to descend.

The Demon Race's Heavenly Court poured out, with Di Qun wielding the Donghuang Bell, while Taiyi Shen activated the celestial star array of the heavens.

At the instant the two races' ultimate killing techniques collided, Hongjun raised his hand, and time and space stilled.

"The Witch‑Demon Great Calamity ends here." The Chaos Bell rang out, the Wu Clan's flesh disintegrated into mountains and rivers, while the Demon Race's essences turned into countless stars.

All beings of Honghuang looked up, seeing Hongjun's law form holding the heavens, proclaiming the Heavenly Dao's will: "The Witch‑Demon withdraw, and the Human Race shall rise."

"Look, the number of our clan members keeps increasing, yet most have no permanent homes. Whenever harsh weather strikes, everyone suffers greatly. If lucky, we can find a cave to shelter from wind and rain, but most of the time we are exposed, subjected to the pounding of wind and rain."

Zhou Yi explained.

"Indeed, many of our clan members lack the ability to resist nature's forces, let alone find safe shelter," the Great Han said with worry.

"So I've been wondering if there's any way to improve this situation. Until one day, I noticed birds building nests on trees."