Chapter 1121: Ancient Reenactment (2)

It is obvious that Ji Hongde and Chiyou were not prepared.

They came to see Wu Tie intending to win over Wuguo to deal with the other side, but Wu Tie gave them no promises and instead gave them such shocking news.

The war between the Youxiong Tribe and the Jiuli Tribe grew increasingly fierce.

Ji Hongde, Chiyou, and the tribes behind them firmly believed that if humanity had a savior, it must be themselves, no one else; for the hope and fate of all humanity, they would unleash slaughter upon the other side's human populace!

The war kept escalating, and forbidden means were employed on the battlefield.

Deadly poison, plague, destructive divine abilities, and even directly uplifting land masses to flatten the enemy's territory.

Wu Tie finished his journey with the three women of the Feng family and personally rushed to the various fate grounds to observe the mad slaughter of the two great camps.

Compared to a thousand years ago, the livelihood of the human populace is impoverished, but in terms of martial power it has greatly increased; large armaments are constantly upgraded and replaced, all kinds of spiritual treasures keep appearing, as if the giant ships of the floating continent roar in the sky...

What surprised Wu Tie even more was that the Jiuli Tribe unearthed an ancient human relic from somewhere and obtained another secret method for forging war puppets.

These war puppets were named "Barbarian God Soldiers".

They are huge in size and immensely strong in combat, but they have no intelligence, merely charging recklessly and slaughtering bloody.

In terms of potential, the Giant God Soldiers capable of Chaos Transformation are undoubtedly ten thousand times stronger than the Barbarian God Soldiers.

However, in terms of cost-effectiveness, the Barbarian God Soldiers are undoubtedly more suitable as battlefield cannon fodder.

The sky-filling Barbarian God Soldiers waved their huge axes and sabers, like a tsunami sweeping across the entire battlefield, a sight that made even Wu Tie, accustomed to grand scenes, exclaim in astonishment.

The Youxiong Tribe gained the support of over sixty percent of the great human clans, while the Jiuli Tribe received less than forty percent of human recognition.

Yet relying on the sky-filling charge of the Barbarian God Soldiers and the tribesmen's bloody, brave, and fearless combat methods, the Jiuli Tribe fought the Youxiong Tribe to an indecisive draw, neither side gaining advantage.

The flames of war continued, and humanity bled.

Wu Tie silently observed the transformations on the battlefield of the two tribes; among the human tribes, the number of powerful experts grew ever greater, and their cultivation levels rose ever higher.

Basically, the clan chiefs and elders of the human populace have all broken through to the Lord-level cultivation, stepping into the Quasi-Saint Realm of Merging Dao.

Meanwhile, those who commanded troops on the front lines, veteran generals of the various tribes, have some who have touched the threshold of the Saint Realm of Dao Transformation.

Because of the war, the children of the various human tribes have been cultivating madly from childhood, and the overall strength of humanity is a thousand times greater than a thousand years ago.

After all, the heavenly canopy has been broken; now, when a human newborn is born, they are already inscribed with the heavenly dao patterns as a "True Person" divine body—such aptitude, compared to a thousand years ago, is more than just a world of difference.

But as time passed day by day, Wu Tie's heart grew ever heavier.

Though after a thousand years of slaughter the overall martial power of humanity has indeed increased a thousandfold, it is still far, far from Wu Tie's psychological goal.

The strongest human cultivators are at most barely touching the threshold of the Saint Realm; such strength, how could they resist the immortal existence of the invading god race?

Wu Tie was anxious and tormented; he suppressed his urge to mediate the war, gritted his teeth and watched the two camps' frenzied, hysterical mutual slaughter.

The two camps also exhausted every means, sparing no cost or expense to focus on cultivating a batch of top-tier elites.

Finally, after Wu Tie had entered the two tribes' battlefield to observe for thirty-five years, the heavenly and earthly laws of Mu Dalu once again transmitted a great ripple fluctuation.

Someone had touched the Dao law, distorting it.

Youxiong Tribe, nine people.

Jiuli Tribe, eight people.

Perhaps by coincidence, perhaps deliberately, within a short month, seventeen astonishingly talented elites from the two tribes broke through to the Saint Realm.

Wu Tie expressed strong disappointment over this.

In a thousand years, humanity has paid such a painful price, sacrificing countless clansmen; under the extreme catalyst of war, which is extremely powerful and violent, only seventeen Saint Realm cultivators have emerged in total.

Wu Tie shook his head, sighed, and then, as the seventeen newly minted Saint Realm cultivators were about to clash and likely suffer mutual destruction, he appeared forcefully, slapping down the sixteen-year-old verdant Saint Realm cultivators onto the ground.

Wa Island, inside the Wahuang Miao, the great clan chiefs of the Youxiong Tribe and Jiuli Tribe, as well as the great clan chiefs and elders of the human populace supporting each side, plus the high-ranking commanders and tribal leaders of the various troops, over a hundred thousand tall and short, gathered here.

The two sides were clearly divided, facing off in two camps separated by a hundred zhang.

Wu Tie stood in the middle of the two groups, hands behind his back, gazing at the enshrined statue of Wahuang in the Wahuang Miao.

"There is no time left, everyone, cease fire." Wu Tie's deep voice made the whole hall tremble with a "buzzing" vibration.

Ji Hongde and Chiyou, who had almost simultaneously reached the Saint Realm, glanced at each other; Ji Hongde remained silent, while Chiyou stepped forward heavily: "Cease fire? Martial King, how could we cease fire? Humanity can have only one voice."

"It's too late." Wu Tie coldly stared at Chiyou: "They are already within reach; the Heavenly Crystal War Star under my control has already received the warning from the Heavenly Crystal Demons, and the demons observing the front outpost are responding to the call."

"This time the ones coming are not the demon brats previously stationed at the front outpost, but their elders, many of whom once participated in the extermination war against us and our ancestors."

"In that war, our ancestors were defeated."

"But because of the demons' foolish oil-adding tactic, they gave our ancestors a chance to breathe, gave them an opportunity to resist, and in the end our ancestors also inflicted great casualties upon them."

"But this time is different... three immortals, countless ancient gods, god emperors, god kings, countless god generals, god soldiers, god servants, god slaves... plus the vassal peoples of the various god races, which is a number as countless as the sands of the Ganges..."

"They do not send troops bit by bit to the battlefield; instead, they come with the force of Mount Tai pressing down, launching a direct assault!"

Wu Tie solemnly stared at Chiyou: "At this moment, whether humanity has one voice or several voices inside is no longer important..."

Wu Tie raised his head to look at the ceiling of the Wahuang Miao and murmured: "Now, what humanity needs is one voice—'to survive'! To survive with dignity, heads held high, chests out."

"Not to grovel and flatter as lackeys of the demons, not to be raised in Mu Dalu for harvesting at any moment, not to forget one's ancestors' culture until spotless, like a herd of livestock, walking corpses, base and lowly—but to be upright and free, 'to survive'!"

"Everything else is nonsense!"

Above Mu Dalu, a small black cloud suddenly appeared.

The black cloud exploded, and countless beings about three feet tall, resembling black monkeys with bat wings on their backs and holding steel forks, screamed as they rushed out of the cloud.

The army of the gods... has arrived again!