Chapter 190: You don't even know your own ancestor

Regarding Heihu Yaowang's answer, Zhi Hu was very dissatisfied; I fucking asked about this? Do you also believe what the Old Dragon King said?

Glaring at it angrily, I have to say, after being repeatedly messed with by the Dao Yi Sect, Heihu Yaowang's prestige was utterly ruined, and his status in Huling had sunk to rock bottom.

Cold light flickered in his eyes; all this was thanks to the Dao Yi Sect, thanks to those two thieves.

Dry‑rice person, dry‑rice fairy, I still remember you; not one of you will escape, someday I will tear you apart alive.

Heihu Yaowang gritted his teeth in anger, but no one cared about him; the other demon kings had already started discussing the matter.

After several days of standoff with the Human Race, during this time the Human Race also launched a few probing attacks, but each time under the command of Zhi Hu Demon King.

In Huling, they follow the rule: when the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we advance.

Anyway, I just won't fight, but I also won't leave; everyone just stares at each other, and the same goes for other battlefields like Yuan Mountain.

But now, the Old Dragon King's side is about to make a move—should we fight or not? A demon king spoke up.

"We definitely have to fight; otherwise, even if we wanted to retreat now, the Human Race side probably wouldn't allow it."

"Hmm, not bad; Jinhai Yingdi at most has only tens of thousands of people, while the water tribe numbers in the hundreds of millions—you could break the formation even if you were a bunch of pigs."

"I think the same; this time the Old Dragon King shouldn't fail."

"We will hold off the Human Race's main force here; once the Old Dragon King breaks the formation, he can rush straight to the Human Race's rear, and with a pincer attack they will surely lose."

Although we no longer trust the Old Dragon King, the demon kings still believe we should fight.

After all, judging from Jinhai Yingdi's current state, even if the Old Dragon King were unreliable, even if you let a pig command, you would surely be able to crack the formation.

Hundreds of millions of water tribe members against just tens of thousands of Dao Yi Sect disciples—how could there be any chance of defeat? It's impossible no matter how you look at it.

Therefore, Jinhai Yingdi being breached is already a foregone conclusion; then everything must proceed according to the plan.

Besides, even if the Old Dragon King is useless, he still led the water tribe for many years; he must have some real ability.

Now it's as if the meat is already at our mouths—surely we can't possibly not eat it?

After a round of discussion, the demon kings finally reached a consensus: to fight, and even Zhi Hu nodded in agreement, his doubts greatly lessened.

Yeah, looking at it any way, there's no chance of failure—what's there to worry about?

Not only Huling, but soon Yuan Mountain and other battlefields also decided to launch a joint attack tonight, creating an opportunity for the Old Dragon King.

Unaware of the changes on the demon side, at this moment on the Huling battlefield, Qi Xiong was looking at the map before him, muttering to himself.

"What the hell kind of thing is this fight?"

It's been several days, both sides have been standoffing here, but what does the demon race mean now? If we fight, they don't come; if we, the Human Race, go, they run away.

If we don't fight, they keep throwing a bunch of demon beasts in front of us, and we don't dare to leave, so we just stay in a stalemate.

Qi Xiong was practically speechless; what exactly do these demons want to do? Set up a dragon gate formation?

This indecisive feeling made Qi Xiong extremely annoyed; if you want to fight, just do it quickly; if not, then fuck off back to Huling—what are you doing swaying back and forth in front of me?

Just as Qi Xiong was pondering what to do next, Wu Shou strode in.

"Senior Brother, there's movement on the demon side; they're probably about to attack."

Upon hearing that the demons were going to attack, Qi Xiong actually felt a surge of joy—damn, they finally came.

He immediately spoke with a face full of killing intent.

"Good, good timing; fuck, this time I'll take care of them all at once and not let them run away again."

That night, battles erupted all over Dongzhou; the two races' war officially began at this moment, and the terrifying aftershocks of the battle almost engulfed all of Dongzhou.

Ordinary people facing such a war are naturally terrified, and they continually pray for the cultivators fighting on the front lines.

After all, their lives are in the hands of these cultivators; if the front line collapses, the fate of these ordinary people is easy to imagine—they will undoubtedly become food for the demon race.

Every time the two races' war erupts, those who suffer the most and are most afraid are these ordinary people.

Some worry, so naturally others are happy; upon hearing of the war's outbreak, the demonic cultivators all became excited.

Good, good, fight well, the fiercer the better; once these orthodox sects and the demon race are both badly hurt, they can come out to reap the fruits.

Moreover, because of this excitement, the demonic cultivators who had always hidden and kept a low profile are now all starting to act dishonestly.

It seems they aren't at all worried about the orthodox sects' encirclement—joking, do you see those orthodox sects still having the energy to manage them?

At the very moment the two races' war fully erupted, inside Jinhai Yingdi, Hong Zun and company were not idle.

Zhang Tianzhen handed each formation disk to Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie and the others, earnestly instructing them.

"These are illusion formations; once triggered, they can change your appearance. Tomorrow, you few will disguise yourselves as a few of us old fogeys to confuse the water tribe."

Letting Zhao Zhengping and company disguise themselves as Hong Zun and crew isn't exactly a brilliant tactic.

In other circumstances, they'd definitely not fool those water tribe demon kings, but now, because a great formation blocks the middle, those demon kings can't see anything in the short term; as long as they don't engage, there's definitely no problem.

Upon hearing Zhang Tianzhen's instructions, Zhao Zhengping and the others nodded heavily.

"Remember, just stand still and don't move; don't take any action."

Hong Zun wasn't reassured and reminded them again; Zhao Zhengping and company are crucial, they must not be exposed.

"Master, rest assured; I'm adept at these matters."

Xu Jie patted his chest and said; hearing this, Hong Zun glanced at him and snorted disapprovingly.

"That's true, you little brat—you're indeed skilled at these deceitful tricks."

Everything ready, the next day Zhao Zhengping and company, having just disguised themselves as Hong Zun and the others, arrived before the formation light curtain.

But the Old Dragon King actually struck first at that moment.

Surrounded by a host of demon kings, the Old Dragon King, full of vigor, looked toward the "Hong Zun", "Qing Shi" and four others inside the formation and sneered.

"Despicable humans of the Dao Yi Sect, your time of death has come."

Saying that, the Old Dragon King's demonic power surged around him, and then a complete jiao dragon skeleton slowly rose from the seabed.

The skeleton was enormous, blotting out the sky and sun, and it continuously emitted a terrifying aura.

Hong Zun, Qing Shi and the others, hidden elsewhere, saw this and were instantly dumbfounded.

"This fucking is the skeleton of the jiao dragon's ancestor?"

I never expected that this old bastard wouldn't even spare his own ancestor.

Cruel, really cruel.

As the flood dragon ancestor's skeleton appeared, the water tribe demon kings all shouted out loudly.

The ancestor is mighty.

The ancestor is mighty.

That excited look left Hong Zun and the others speechless—what the hell are you guys so happy about? That damn thing ought to be your own ancestor, right?

Their own ancestor's skeleton was dug up to break the formation, yet they're still shouting 'Ancestor is mighty'? Damn, I can't see where the might is.