Chapter 1556

These two were once mighty warriors who followed Ji Hao in his campaigns against the Heavenly Realm during the Honghuang era.

Now, they have returned to the Northern Wilderness.

The man seated upon the Long Yi was also one of Ji Hao's strongest warriors.

From his body radiated a ferocious and malevolent aura.

Combined with his towering, iron-tower frame, he exuded an aura of intimidation.

And at that very moment.

The system's voice echoed again in his mind.

"Ding, host has triggered a quest.

Kill the Peng.

Reward: one Ancestor Hongmeng Purple Lotus, 10 billion merit points!"

Upon hearing the voice, Ji Hao's lips curled into a faint smile.

Then he spoke.

"Prepare the army. Attack immediately!"

As his words fell,

he led the elite of the Zhou Dynasty toward Dapeng Ridge.

At this moment, the Peng was unaware.

He was reveling in the joy of victory.

"Ha! The Zhou Dynasty has lost most of its resistance.

Once I capture Ximen Wudi, I shall earn an unparalleled feat.

I could even ascend directly to the Hunyuan Dao Ancestor realm.

Then who could stop me!"

The Peng thought to himself, ecstatic.

Yet, the moment he finished speaking,

a deafening roar suddenly erupted.

Next, endless flames surged across the sky, blotting out the sun.

The Peng's pupils shrank in shock.

"How is this possible!"

He cried out.

Then he saw countless armies charging toward his camp.

At their head stood a man clad in yellow dragon robes, his eyes piercingly sharp, radiating overwhelming dominance.

It was Lord Donghuang.

But before the Peng could react,

"Ang!"

Lord Donghuang slammed down a punch.

The blazing gang wind instantly swept through the entire camp.

The Peng had no time to dodge—he was blasted backward.

"Crack!"

His chest caved inward.

"Bang!"

He crashed onto the ground.

Fear flashed in his eyes as he struggled to rise.

But his body felt like a raging sea within—

he could not move an inch.

"You wanted to find me, didn't you?

Today, I give you the chance—but you lack the fate to enjoy it!"

The Peng lifted his head.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak,

"Ssshh!"

A long spear pierced straight through his throat, severing his life force.

Then Lord Donghuang turned and left the place.

The Peng was dead. He had fulfilled his promise.

Meanwhile,

the Demon Master Peng, after defeating the Song and Han dynasties,

saw fierce light flicker in his eyes—he knew his strength was still too weak.

Though he was a Saint of the ninth level among the demonic clans,

he was no match for the Zhou's warriors.

To seek revenge, he could only rely on the power of the demonic race.

"Big brother, what do we do now? Of the Four Divine Beasts, only two remain.

If we unite, perhaps we can fight back!"

The Demon Master Peng's younger brother spoke.

In this battle, the Great Zhou suffered devastating losses, and he believed he could rely on his own strength and his elder brother's.

To fight it to the death.

"Good, let us unite with the other Demon Saints!

First, let us go discuss with the Green Lion King, how about it!"

The Demon Master Kunpeng spoke.

At the same time, his figure flashed and vanished from the spot.

At this time, a long time had already passed since that great battle back then.

However, his memory of it was vivid.

Because, back then, the Great Zhou could truly be called overwhelmingly powerful.

Even his elder brother, a peak ninth-tier Saint of the Demon race.

Did not dare to provoke them.

And he had risen to prominence from that very moment.

He had simply not expected that, in just a mere thousand years, he would once again encounter the Great Zhou.

At this moment, the fury in his heart surged even more.

"Hmph, a mere bunch of ants, and they dare to provoke my Demon race — they simply deserve death.

Once I gather the strength of my other brothers.

I will absolutely flatten this Great Zhou!"

In the eyes of the Demon Master Kunpeng, a chilling glint flashed as he spoke.

Then, with a single step, he vanished from the spot.

And at this time, the Great Zhou, after destroying Kunpeng's great camp.

Did not give up the pursuit, their speed extremely fast.

Sweeping toward the northwest of the Primordial Continent.

Now, their target was the Demon Saint.

Only by slaying him could the crisis be completely resolved.

When Ji Hao's army arrived before the Demon Saint Mountain Range.

The other side had long since prepared for battle.

A third-tier Demon Saint stood in the void and shouted.