Chapter 378: The Wu Clan Army

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, the cloud sea churned violently.

Blood-colored baleful Qi rose from bottom to top, forcibly tearing through layers of cloud seas.

Su Chen and Sun Wukong stood on the broken cloud layers, looking down from above.

Below, twelve towering demon god phantoms covered the firmament.

Di Jiang's six feet and four wings flapped, space laws transforming into destructive storms around him; Zhu Jiuyin had a human head and dragon body, day and night alternating as his eyes opened and closed; Zhurong had a beast head and human body, stepping on two dragons, the monstrous flames burning half the sky red.

The Twelve Ancestral Wu, all manifested!

Behind them, the Wu Clan army of several hundred thousand, with blood and Qi surging into the sky, stood in formation.

At the front of the army, Great Wu Xingtian held a shield and axe, Great Wu Kuafu held a peach wood staff, and Great Wu Houyi carried a divine bow on his back.

The Wu Clan army carried the violent momentum of flattening everything, pointing straight at the Demon Court.

They had truly come.

For the sake of a human, for the sake of a promise, they did not hesitate to start the comprehensive decisive battle between the Wu and Demon clans ahead of time.

Di Jiang raised his faceless head, his eyes instantly locking onto Su Chen on the cloud sea.

When sensing Su Chen's nearly collapsed physical body and weak aura, the baleful Qi of the Twelve Ancestral Wu erupted with a roar.

"Old bird Yingzhao!" Zhurong had the most explosive temper; he roared, the sound waves shattering the flowing clouds for ten thousand miles. "Daring to hurt my Wu Clan brother, today I, Zhurong, will definitely flatten the Demon Court and pluck all your miscellaneous feathers clean!"

Before the words fell, the fire dragon beneath Zhurong's feet roared, making a move to rush toward the Southern Tianmen.

At this moment, a gentle earth-yellow divine light descended.

Houtu transformed into a human form, stepping across the endless void in one step, appearing directly beside Su Chen.

She looked at Su Chen's exposed bones and the chaotic glazed-colored skin covered in cracks, her eyes filled with worry and heartache.

"Don't move." Houtu's voice was gentle.

She raised her plain hand and pressed it on Su Chen's shoulder.

A pure earth origin surged into Su Chen's body along her palm.

The thick and gentle power quickly wrapped around the heaven and earth within Su Chen's three hundred and sixty-five acupoints that were on the verge of collapse, forcibly stabilizing his injuries.

Su Chen felt a warm current wandering through his limbs and bones, the excruciating pain slightly reduced.

He looked at Houtu, who was close at hand, warmth surging in his heart.

"Ancestral Wu Houtu, many thanks." Su Chen's voice was sincere.

"You are a brother recognized by my Wu Clan." Houtu withdrew her hand, turning to look in the direction of the Demon Court, her eyes instantly becoming cold. "Whoever touches you, the Wu Clan will kill."

At this moment, deep within the Demon Court, the urgent and dull sound of alarm bells rang out heaven-shakingly.

"Clang—"

A bell chime that suppressed the Primordial Chaos covered the noise of the alarm bells.

Thirty-three heavens, Dong Huang Taiyi hung the mysterious yellow Chaos Bell above his head, stepping out of the Dong Huang Palace in one step.

He was clad in golden imperial robes, directly overlooking the Twelve Ancestral Wu below.

With Taiyi appearing, the foundation of the Demon Court was completely revealed.

Bai Ze, Meng, Yingzhao, and other ten great Demon Sages all manifested before the Southern Tianmen.

Three hundred and sixty-five Zhou Tian star gods returned to their positions; in the void, phantoms of countless ancient stars appeared in the daylight, sprinkling billions of starlight.

The Zhou Tian Xing Dou Array was faintly operating.

"Di Jiang." Taiyi's voice was cold, carrying the overbearingness of being high above. "Leading troops to invade my Demon Court, do you want to start the decisive battle ahead of time?"

Di Jiang sneered, his massive Ancestral Wu true form stepping forward, space shattering inch by inch.

"Your Demon Court dared to touch the person my Wu Clan wants to protect. Today, I will demand an explanation!"

"Arrogant!" Taiyi flicked his finger.

The Chaos Bell let out a boom, and ripples of time and space spread out, crushing the spatial storm emitted by Di Jiang into nothingness.

The two clan armies confronted each other across the air.

The Primordial heaven and earth changed color completely.

Thunder clouds rolled, and blood rain was about to fall.

The tribulation Qi drifting between heaven and earth, as if sharks having caught the scent of blood, gathered madly toward the Thirty-Three Heavens.

At this moment, only a spark was needed, and this catastrophe that would sweep the Primordial World would be completely ignited.

Su Chen stood behind Houtu, looking at this tense situation, his heart beating violently.

He knew that if this battle started, it would definitely be a disadvantage for the Wu Clan.

If the Demon Court set up the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Array in the thirty-three heavens, the Wu Clan would likely suffer a great loss, and he could not let the Wu Clan start a war with the Demon Clan here.

Su Chen took a deep breath, forcibly breaking free from Houtu's healing.

"Su Chen!" Houtu was startled.

Su Chen forcibly supported his broken physical body, transforming into a stream of light, flying straight into mid-air, forcibly inserting himself into the center of the confrontation between the Wu Clan army and the Demon Court.

Su Chen turned around, facing the Twelve Ancestral Wu and the several hundred thousand Wu Clan army below, with his back to the Demon Court.

He clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

"Ancestral Wu Di Jiang! Fellow Ancestral Wu!" Su Chen boosted his aura, his voice spreading throughout heaven and earth. "What kind of virtue and ability does Su Chen have to trouble you all to mobilize such a large force!"

Zhurong stared with eyes like copper bells, anxious: "Brother Su Chen, that Demon Clan is too bullying, we can't swallow this breath! Move aside, watch me fight my way to the Southern Tianmen!"

"No!" Su Chen straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the Twelve Ancestral Wu. "My two brothers are now safe and sound. If the Wu Clan children bleed and sacrifice for us today, Su Chen will not be able to shirk the blame even if he dies a hundred times!"

He looked directly at Di Jiang's faceless head, his voice resonant: "Ancestral Wu Di Jiang, starting a war at this time is disadvantageous to the Wu Clan. The foundation of the Wu Clan should be used on the battlefield to compete for the protagonist of heaven and earth, not for my personal vendetta!"

"Please, fellow Ancestral Wu, please retreat!"

Su Chen's words echoed in the heaven and earth where thunder clouds rolled.

Sun Wukong stepped on the Somersault Cloud and flew to Su Chen's side.

His golden eyes swept over Taiyi and Yingzhao above, grinning: "Little brother is right, Old Sun will find his own place later! No need for you to bleed for us!"

Di Jiang's massive body stood silently in the void.

The reason he mobilized the army was firstly for the face of the Wu Clan, and secondly to protect Su Chen, the variable who perfected the Wu Clan's cultivation method.

Now that Su Chen had come out alive and had pointed out the disadvantage of starting a war at this time.

Di Jiang weighed the pros and cons.

The Zhou Tian Xing Dou Array had been formed; the Wu Clan was not afraid, but a forced attack on the Demon Court's base would inevitably result in extremely heavy casualties.

It was truly unwise to forcibly start a war for the sake of a human.

Di Jiang raised his head, coldly glancing at Taiyi above.

"Taiyi, this account, the Wu Clan has recorded it." Di Jiang's voice was cold.

He turned around abruptly, his six feet and four wings flapping, and a space channel opened directly behind the Wu Clan army.

"Retreat!"

With an order, the several hundred thousand Wu Clan army, like black water receding, entered the space channel in an orderly manner, without the slightest dragging of feet.

The thunder clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the blood-colored baleful Qi receded.

A catastrophe, after all, did not erupt.

Taiyi snorted coldly, put away the Chaos Bell, and turned to step into the Dong Huang Palace.

The ten great Demon Sages and Zhou Tian star gods also faded away one after another.

Houtu stepped forward, protecting Su Chen and Sun Wukong with earth origin, and took the two into the space channel, returning to Mount Wuzhou.

Pangu Hall, internal heaven and earth temple.

The stone walls radiated an ancient aura, isolating all prying from the outside world.

Returning to the Pangu Hall, Su Chen's nerves, which had been tense all the way, finally relaxed completely.

"Little brother, this time it was truly..." Sun Wukong just turned his head to speak.

"Pfft!"

Su Chen suddenly spat out a large mouthful of black blood.

The chaotic glazed color on his body surface instantly faded, replaced by a kind of dead gray decay.

The earth origin that Houtu had injected into his body earlier was forcibly scattered by a violent power at this moment.

Su Chen fell straight backward.

"Little brother!" Sun Wukong was shocked, catching Su Chen in one go.

Su Chen closed his eyes, his whole body bleeding.

The injuries he had forcibly suppressed all the way finally welcomed the most violent backlash.

The heaven and earth within the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints were completely out of control, the Five Elements channels snapping inch by inch.

The remaining chaotic blood and Qi lost their restraint, like wild horses off the leash, rampaging frantically within his body. ===== CHAPTER 379 =====