Chapter 51: The Strongest Attack Method

Since things have come to this point, we must see Zhou Yi completely dealt with this time, otherwise his abilities will only make him harder to handle later.

"Thank you." Nüwa took the Kongtong Seal and, without hesitation, flew toward Huang Guo.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a smile, feeling that this journey was not in vain.

Under Nüwa's assault, the Human Race will fall into chaos again, and then they can reap abundantly in the east, taking away some of the Human Race—anyone can see it as a sure‑profit deal.

Since Yao Yan and his group left, half a year has passed, and Nüwa appears above Huang Guo.

The people of the various tribes, who had been enjoying barbecues and merriment, knelt and paid homage to the Saint at the sight, but the Human Race stood chest out and looked straight up at Nüwa.

Seeing this, Nüwa's fury surged. She did not expect the Human Race to become like this: "Zhou Yi, do you admit your sins?"

The valley, once filled with the scent of roast meat and laughter, saw the joy vanish instantly as Nüwa's oppressive pressure swept in like a tide, replaced by extreme panic.

People and mounts of all tribes fled in terror; before the threat of death, delicacies seemed trivial. Even the Wu Clan wore solemn faces and retreated slowly.

"Is this power really that strong?"

Hen Ren and Ye Yi stood on either side of Li Yuan, expression cold and fearless, yet their eyes flickered with complex light.

This time they truly felt the Saint's might; in their world it would at least be a Great Emperor‑level presence.

"He actually stabilized his realm; it seems he was prepared," Zhou Yi whispered, staring at the figure in the sky. He knew that Nüwa, who had become a Dao through the Human Race's Heavenly Mandate, should have been severely weakened by her previous grievous injury, yet in less than a hundred years she not only recovered but is now in better condition than before.

"The power in Nüwa's body transformed from the Human Race's Heavenly Mandate now occupies a certain proportion; my methods may no longer work on her," Zhou Yi's words heightened the tension.

Everyone knows this crisis is far from trivial.

"Quick, take the auxiliary passage out of the valley," Sui Huang urged the tribesmen to withdraw swiftly, "This place is unsafe."

Zhou Yi decisively issued the order. Someone tried to object: "Brother, wait."

He raised his hand to halt the discussion, his tone urgent yet clear: "Ignore me; his target is me. As long as you aren't drawn in, ordinary tribespeople will be fine."

"Everyone, remember the cultivation method; after we leave, disperse and conserve strength. If I survive, I will contact you; if I fall, go to the Wu Clan. Use your brewing and barbecue skills to join any tribe, merely to survive."

These words weighed like stone on everyone's hearts. Sui Huang let out a deep sigh, hesitated no longer, and led the group away.

The joy once brought by increased power has now been utterly shattered. Facing a true powerhouse, they remain nothing more than ants in the Vast Wilderness World, save for Zhou Yi and a few others.

The once bustling valley fell silent in an instant. Though their hearts were heavy with reluctance, the belief "for the continuation of the Human Race" became an invisible command that drove them to leave.

Xiao Ling'er and Shan led a portion of the hunting party to guard the entrance of Huang Guo, standing resolutely.

"Today, we fight side by side with you," Xiao Ling'er said loudly, then fell silent.

Everyone looked up at Nüwa's figure radiating endless majesty in the sky; she stared coldly, offering no resistance.

Facing danger whose arrival time is unknown, waiting becomes a torment.

Seeing the Human Race's such "gross rebellion," Nüwa decided to make them feel pain, to rebuild their faith and awe toward her.

"Why does the Nv Wa Sheng Ren appear again? Was my previous words not enough to satisfy you?" Zhou Yi signaled to Hen Ren and Ye Yi, preparing to fight.

"How dare ants challenge me? Bring them down." Nüwa, furious, waved her hand lightly; the seemingly casual palm, imbued with the power of heaven and earth, showed no magical fluctuation yet caused the just‑rising Zhou Yi to plummet as if struck by lightning.

A straight vertical fall.

Hen Ren and Ye Yi's expressions suddenly turned grim, for they clearly felt that the palm seemed to contain the will of heaven and earth, invulnerable.

"Is this the Saint's power? It feels more like the ruler of the world," Ye Yi said, his heart shaken.

At the instant Zhou Yi began to fall, Hen Ren instinctively tried to rush forward to rescue, only to find himself bound by an invisible force. He attempted the Feixian Technique, but it was like a mud ox sinking in the sea—no effect.

"Power beyond the Great Emperor is indeed hard to counter," Hen Ren whispered.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the aura around the two surged dramatically. Their unique understanding of the Dao materialized, and the surrounding law‑energy roiled as well.

Grasping this power, they sought to counter the Saint's oppressive pressure. Through their cooperation, they actually managed to block part of the pressure, allowing Zhou Yi to slowly rise under their protection.

At that moment, a resonant dragon roar rang from the top of the city wall, a golden long dragon coiled in the sky, and the Human Race's Heavenly Mandate Formation swiftly manifested behind Zhou Yi.

The Human Race's Heavenly Mandate surged like raging waves, colliding violently with the Saint's oppressive pressure.

"It is this Mandate; in the past I might have hesitated, but now you have no chance," Nüwa said expressionlessly, "For a Saint to trouble over it, Zhou Yi, you have indeed met a fitting end."

Sensing the fluctuation of the Human Race's Heavenly Mandate within her, Nüwa's expression remained unchanged as massive mana surged like a flood, instantly suppressing the turbulent Mandate.

At the same time, the Kongtong Seal in her hand rose into the air; though not fully formed, it already exuded a chilling aura.

"Kongtong Seal? To affect the Human Race's Heavenly Mandate—could this be Hongjun's will?" Zhou Yi showed a shocked expression.

Logically, the Kongtong Seal could not appear at this moment. For the Human Race, it was undoubtedly an added calamity.

Nüwa gave a faint smile; her light laugh was full of relish. Watching Zhou Yi's shocked face, she felt immensely satisfied. This fellow had repeatedly put her in trouble, and now she finally saw him suffer.

Nüwa said no more, her jade hand rising slowly. A massive finger descended from the heavens, warping space and halting time wherever it touched, bearing the Saint's pressure like Mount Tai pressing down on Zhou Yi and the others.

Li Yun tried to strike to block, but found the Heavenly Mandate Formation behind him gradually fading.

The once agile Human Race's Heavenly Mandate golden dragon seemed frozen, hanging motionless in the sky.

Hen Ren and Ye Yi exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other's intent, and immediately unleashed their strongest attack method.

Hen Ren activated the Swallow Heaven Demon Technique, his mana swirling like a black vortex, aiming to seize power from the Saint's pressure.

Ye Yi then triggered the Ancient Saint Body, radiance blazing like the scorching sun, resisting with all his might.

The two mighty forces tugged at each other and collided with the massive finger; instantly the heavens and earth trembled, energy scattering. The deafening roar left many instantly deaf.