Chapter 259: Battle Heaven, Battle Earth, Battle the World

The Great Desolation, somewhere.

A fierce slaughter was taking place here.

"Hahaha, you Wu Clan fools — you actually believe you can be opponents of our Yao Clan?"

"In my eyes, you're nothing but ants."

A terrifying-looking Yao Clan member was running rampant here, letting out wild laughter.

One could see this Yao Clan member had already revealed its true form, which appeared to be at least several thousand zhang in size, blotting out the sky.

Most striking were its nine blood-red heads, swaying with a ferocious look.

Wisps of terrifying Great Dao laws radiated from its body.

If Luo Fu were here, he would know this was a Yao Clan member at least at the Great Luo Jinxian level.

And not an ordinary Great Luo Jinxian at that.

That's right.

This Great Luo Jinxian was none other than one of the Yao Clan's Yao Gods — Jiuying.

Jiuying was a top-tier powerhouse of the Yao Clan, possessing the combat strength of a top-tier Great Luo Jinxian.

Although he had not stepped into the Quasi-Saint level, among those in the Great Luo Realm, not many could be found who could fight him.

On this day, Jiuying descended from the Heavenly Court and brutally attacked a certain Wu Clan tribe.

Between the Wu and Yao, the fighting had long since reached a blazing stage.

Mutual slaughter between them was ongoing almost without pause.

However, most of these clashes involved Golden Immortal and Yi Golden Immortal level battles.

Great Luo Golden Immortals were rarely involved.

After all, if a Yao God like Jiuying struck at the Wu Clan and the Ancestral Wus arrived at the first moment, Jiuying would be done for.

For Quasi-Saint level Ancestral Wus to deal with Great Luo Jinxian Yao Clan members was the easiest thing in the world.

One had to know that originally, when Ancestral Wus were at the same realm, their combat strength was generally stronger than Yao Clan members of the same realm.

Not to mention the Wu and Yao Clans, who had a gap between them.

This was also the reason Great Luo Golden Immortals rarely charged to the front.

Because if they did, a Great Luo Jinxian being killed would be a death for nothing.

As for clashes at the Quasi-Saint level between the two sides, those were even rarer.

The Ancestral Wus and Di Jun and the others were also restraining themselves.

If Quasi-Saints waged great war.

Then the fighting between the two sides would likely be extremely terrifying, and casualties would be severe.

Now that the two clans had been contending for so long, such Quasi-Saint level decisive battles between them had not occurred many times.

After all, such fighting was a tremendous drain on both sides.

Not to mention the powerhouses — ordinary Golden Immortals and Yi Golden Immortals could simply be wiped out.

For a long time, powerhouses of this level had formed a generational gap.

After such great wars, the two clans needed a long period of rest and recovery to slowly rebuild.

Added to that, the two clans waging great war meant they were constantly learning each other.

To truly decide victory and defeat, without absolutely overwhelming power, they could not possibly destroy each other.

Otherwise, the high echelons of two clans would have long since wished to wipe the other side out directly.

Therefore, this time a Great Luo Jinxian level Yao Clan member taking action was also rare.

"Kill…"

A Yi Golden Immortal level Wu Clan member, his eyes burning with furious blood-light — many of his clansmen beside him had been slain by the Yao Clan member before him.

Between the two sides existed an irreconcilable hatred.

Although the Wu and Yao Clans had always harbored hatred, now this hatred was even more absolute.

Both sides understood that only a fight to the death was possible.

"A mere Yi Golden Immortal Wu Clan member." One of Jiuying's heads stared ferociously at this Wu Clan member, a cold smile on his face. "If you were a Great Luo Jinxian Wu Clan member, then I might have something to worry about, but the strongest in your tribe is only a Yi Golden Immortal."

"So, go die."

As his words fell, the mouth of one of Jiuying's heads parted slightly, and terrifying blood-colored light shot out from within.

If this force were to land, it would be enough to destroy heaven and earth.

"Kill…"

This Yi Golden Immortal level Wu Clan member was wreathed in wisps of baleful aura that enveloped him, and his flesh became even more terrifying.

His originally several-zhang body suddenly swelled to several hundred zhang.

Compared with Jiuying's massive frame, it was still not that exaggerated, but compared to before, this was already an astonishing change.

"Boom—"

The Wu Clan member's enormous body slammed heavily into the blood-colored light pillar unleashed by Jiuying.

A startling sound rang out across this stretch of heaven and earth.

Terrifying force splattered out in all directions.

At this moment, even some Golden Immortal level Wu Clan members would not lightly join the clash of forces.

Because for them, a clash of forces at this level was still somewhat dangerous.

"Kill…"

Suddenly.

Amid the force erupting from the blood-colored light, a low, fury-filled voice rang out — the several-hundred-zhang Wu Clan member had actually charged out from within the blood-colored light pillar.

At this moment, the Taiyi Jin Xian of the Wu race was covered in countless wounds and signs of corrosion.

Clearly, under the Nine Infants' attack just now, this Taiyi Jin Xian of the Wu race had not fared well either.

Though not dead, he had suffered tremendous grievous injuries.

But even under such grievous wounds, this Taiyi Jin Xian of the Wu race gritted his teeth, his eyes showing not the slightest sign of retreat.

Even if it meant death, as a member of the Wu race, he would not retreat.

On one hand, he was the most powerful Wu race member in this tribe, and he needed to protect his tribesmen.

On the other hand, as a member of the Wu race, the thought of retreat simply did not exist in his heart — this was the belief and perseverance of the Wu race.

It could be said.

For the majority of the Wu race, even in death, they would not give up fighting.

Perishing together with the enemy was the destiny in the hearts of the Wu race.

It could be said, they did not fear death.

Among the many beings and races of the Primordial Wilderness, the Wu race could truly be ranked at the forefront.

At most, some other beings might possess this kind of perseverance and willingness to die — even in death, those lives would not shrink back.

But like the Wu race, where the great majority of its members all possessed this spirit of facing death as a homecoming.

One could only say it was the special nature of the Wu race as a species.

On one hand, it was the spirit of the Wu race that made them face death as a homecoming.

On the other hand, it might also have something to do with the Wu race as a species — the Wu race, who condensed baleful qi and had no Primordial Spirit, perhaps in some way had certain defects in their Primordial Spirit and soul.

They could not cultivate like the Three Pure Ones and the many other beings of the Primordial Wilderness — this was the Wu race's defect.

They could only cultivate the flesh layer through their own methods.

This could also be considered the Wu race's unique way of cultivating.