Chapter 84: The Savior Finally Arrives

To accommodate the ever‑increasing population, they had to expand their area of activity to tens of thousands of miles away.

"Chief, aren't we moving yet?"

"They now number in the tens of millions; I think that quantity is large enough."

They have little enthusiasm for slaughtering the Human Race, merely finding the long wait tedious. For over a hundred years.

They have never tasted decent meat nor enjoyed fragrant sweet wine, and their inner discontent and yearning have grown day by day.

At this moment, a lavish feast is urgently needed to soothe their spirits.

Jiuselu had originally intended to refuse this operation, but when he saw the tribe members' barely concealed excitement, his resolve wavered.

After all, the Human Race now numbers in the tens of millions.

If this plan proceeds smoothly, it would be ideal; even should minor issues arise, they can re‑herd these people slowly for future needs.

After long deliberation, Jiuselu finally nodded in agreement. "Move quickly; end this all as soon as possible!"

The moment his words finished, excitement lit the faces of the crowd unmistakably.

Immediately thereafter, the pre‑prepared sword blank shot straight into the clouds, stirring a commotion among the people below.

The newly arrived Human Race looked up, eyes full of curiosity and bewilderment, scrutinizing the suddenly appearing mysterious object.

Some individuals could not restrain their curiosity and tried to approach, but the moment they got close, an invisible force bounced them back.

The collision caused the previously hidden barrier around them to fully manifest, like a massive cage imprisoning everyone inside.

Seeing this, everyone inhaled a cold gasp, their faces showing terror as they looked around for an escape.

Some refused to be trapped and tried to breach the barrier, but their efforts were like an ant shaking a tree—utterly ineffective.

For ages, their energy has been focused on procreation; even the Human Race leader's cultivation only reached the peak of Celestial Immortal.

Facing such a solid barrier, he also felt powerless to change fate.

Then, amid terrified screams, the Jiuselu clan revealed themselves, brandishing sharp butcher knives and beginning ruthless slaughter.

At first, the massacre unfolded only on the outskirts, but as screams echoed, the bloody scene quickly drew everyone's attention.

The Human Race leader's complexion changed dramatically; he hurriedly shielded the old, young, women and children behind him, while he himself took up a crude stone axe and charged forward.

However, how could his meager strength match the mighty Demon Race?

Even with only Jiuselu's Golden Immortal Realm cultivation, he could instantly put him to death.

A beam of light slashed the sky, piercing his skull in an instant.

The next moment, his body collapsed weakly.

This time, the Jiuselu clan employed a more cunning strategy.

They first targeted every leader of the Human Race, cutting them off at the root, causing this already loosely united group to lose all resistance and be forced to helplessly await the end.

Fresh blood, like a burst dam, quickly flooded the land, the intense killing aura converged, even staining the sky red.

The sword blank hanging high in the sky began greedily absorbing the Human Race's souls and vital blood, gradually becoming sharper and glowing with a blood‑red sheen.

Excitement spread across Jiuselu's face: "Exactly, this sword blank looks stronger than the previous one."

It seemed the souls and blood of the new Human Race were more potent than the lineage Zhou Yi used to forge the original, and perhaps, with the sacrifice of tens of millions, they could truly forge an unparalleled powerful Witch-slaying Sword.

However, once the slaughter begins, can its impact be easily controlled? The crowd's gazes were involuntarily drawn here, gathering en masse.

"Has the Demon Race made a new move?" That side was the new Human Race's residential area, yet why would the Demon Race target the Human Race?

The previous matters remain unresolved, and now the target shifts to the new Human Race; what secret lies behind all this? Could this also be Nüwa's intention?

Above the heavens, Taiyi Shen and Di Cun also sensed the dramatic changes here.

Although all this occurred earlier than expected, upon seeing the Witch-slaying Sword brimming with dense blood qi, they considered the premature timing no issue.

After all, as long as we can successfully forge a powerful Witch-slaying Sword, "With two Witch-slaying Swords, plus your elder brother's formation, who in the Vast Wilderness World can oppose us?"

"Once we unify Honghuang, we can take that crucial step."

"By then, the Zhou Yi lineage will be nothing but ants beneath our feet."

Meanwhile, within the Wahuanggong, Nüwa suddenly opened her eyes, deeply feeling that the fate of the new Human Race she created was rapidly deteriorating, an unstoppable decline.

A similar situation occurred before, when the Demon Race carried out a massive slaughter of the Human Race.

Nüwa looked around, her heart full of worry.

Seeing the bloody massacre, the fire of anger in her heart ignited instantly.

"The last slaughter of the Human Race by the Demon Race was tacitly permitted by me."

"But this time, they dared act again."

"They didn't even seek my consent beforehand; did they truly think Nüwa is easy to bully?"

Nüwa's voice echoed through the void, causing the surrounding space to tremble faintly.

The nearby Qing Niao was greatly frightened. As a companion who had followed Nüwa for years, it had never seen its master so angry, and it trembled in terror, huddling in a corner.

At that moment, a figure emerged beyond Chaos. He stared at the trembling Wahuanggong, silently fearing ill omens, but recalling his mission, he inhaled deeply, mustered courage, and stepped into the chaotic realm.

With Mi Xi's arrival, the raging energy within Wahuanggong suddenly calmed somewhat. Qing Niao looked toward Mi Xi, its heart filled with hope: The savior has finally arrived!

The deep brother‑sister bond between Mi Xi and Nüwa gave him a half‑owner status in this place.

Qing Niao respectfully bowed, "Lord Mi Xi, please go quickly! The Empress is now extremely angry!"

Mi Xi gave a wry smile; he knew the cause of all this. Ultimately, it is their responsibility.

"Sister, it's my fault," he tried to soothe Nüwa's burning anger with words.

Nüwa let her hair flow as she stepped out, her aura surging like raging waves, releasing outward as if a storm were about to break.

Before this overwhelming force, Qing Niao was powerless, but Mi Xi swiftly shielded it, carving a safe zone amid the surging holy might.

Mi Xi's words restored a hint of reason to Nüwa; she turned to her elder brother, eyes revealing complex emotions, a mixture of countless feelings.

Feelings intertwined anger, helplessness, and that almost hidden warmth of kinship.

"What exactly are you thinking?"