More than ten thousand years ago, there was a great war between humans and demons, and the human race almost withdrew from the open sea. After years of recuperation, the human race slowly recovered its vitality.
The human race is coming with great force this time, and the demon race must not retreat. Kind people are often bullied, and kind horses are often ridden.
If the demons give in a step, the humans will take a big step forward and become more and more aggressive.
Only when the human race is hurt will they give up.
"That's right. We must let them know how powerful we are. We must not give in. There hasn't been a major war in many years, and the younger generation has become lax. We can take this opportunity to train them."
"The human race has dispatched quite a few cultivators this time, with more than a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators alone. Such a large-scale battle would be impossible without the order of the old monster Huashen."
"The forces of Sanxian Island, Zhengdao League, and Penglai Island attacked our territory almost at the same time. It should have been planned in advance. Maybe the old monster Huashen will also show up. It may not be easy to repel the human race."
"Humph, what a joke. The human race has a monster who has reached the state of transformation. Our ancestors are no worse than them."
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They argued endlessly, each holding their own opinion. Most of them took a tough stance and advocated an immediate counterattack to teach the human race a lesson.
A light sound of footsteps was heard, and a burly old man in a red robe walked in. The old man had regular features, bright eyes, two red scales on his neck, and a red pointed horn on his head.
Jiaoyan, a fifth-level dragon.
"Greetings, ancestor."
They all stood up and bowed.
Jiao Yan nodded, walked towards the main seat and sat down.
Jiao Yan looked at the dozen or so juniors with a stern gaze, his eyes passing over them.
Their faces hardened and their expressions became tense.
"Ancestor, the human race has invaded our territory on a large scale, and our people have suffered heavy casualties. Please make a decision, Ancestor."
A fat young man in red stood up and said respectfully.
The young man in red has a round face and big eyes. There is a red pointed horn on his head, his eyes are red, and there is half a red scale on his face.
Jiao Yan pondered for a moment and asked, "Three Immortal Islands, Penglai Island and the Righteous Alliance are all attacking our demon race. Since the human race is looking for trouble, we will deal with them. Jiao Feng, Jiao Lei, gather people to counterattack immediately. Don't worry about the gains and losses of the islands, just kill more immortal cultivators."
"Ancestor, three forces are attacking at the same time. Should we fight back comprehensively? Or should we focus on one force?"
The young man in red asked cautiously.
"Focus on counterattacking the attacks from the Three Immortals Island and kill as many Nascent Soul cultivators as possible. The cultivators from the Three Immortals Island often capture monsters and tame them. This is unforgivable."
Jiao Yan ordered, and then he remembered something and added, "We must not let Penglai Island and the Righteous Alliance off easily. Organize more monsters and attack their territory. We must repay blood with blood and tooth with tooth."
"Yes, ancestor, blood for blood, tooth for tooth."
Jiao Feng and other monsters agreed in unison.
Soon, the demon tribe took action, and a large number of demon beasts gathered together and rushed to the front line.
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Jinchan Island, a secret room.
Han Zhangxiang sat cross-legged on a cushion with his eyes closed, a soft aura surrounding him.
After a while, Han Zhangxiang opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
He took Jinludan and recuperated for half a month, and his injuries were almost healed.
A lot can happen in half a month.
Han Zhangxiang got up and walked out. The yard was empty.
He took out the communication disk and contacted Han Changying, but there was no response. The same was true when he contacted Han Changwu and Han Benyong.
"Did they go on a mission?"
Han Zhangxiang said to himself that in the face of a great war, it was impossible for Han Chaoyang to protect all of his tribesmen, and it would be good enough if he could protect some of them.
He contacted Han Benfu instead. This time, the communication disk responded: "Chief, how is your injury? Are you feeling better?"
"Alright, almost there. Where are Changwu and the others? Why can't we contact them?"
Han Zhangxiang asked in a deep voice.
"They were sent out to carry out a mission to clear the monsters on the nearby islands, establish strongholds, and connect them together. The follow-up troops are already on the way. Senior Han asked me to stay on Jinchan Island to make pills and gave me a batch of materials for making pills."
Han Benfu answered truthfully.
Both in public and in private, Han Chaoyang's arrangements were impeccable. As a third-level alchemist who could refine mid-grade elixirs, Han Benfu did not need to charge into the front. Instead, it was better for her to refine elixirs in the back. A mid-grade elixir could save a high-level cultivator at a critical moment.
Han Zhangxiang nodded and asked a few questions, and Han Benfu answered truthfully.
"I know, you go ahead and get busy!"
Han Zhangxiang put away the communication disk and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
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There was an island with a radius of 500 miles. Flames shot up to the sky. A dozen Jindan monks and half-demons were fighting each other, and the roar continued.
The border between the human and demon races is too long, and the islands are far apart, so they can only build a teleportation array to support each other.
After taking over Jinchan Island, Han Chaoyang and Lingxiao Zhenren teamed up and slowly advanced, first eliminating some islands controlled by the demon clan.
Han Benyong, Han Changying and Han Changwu were besieging a half-demon. The half-demon had a human body and animal skin, a golden horn about a foot long on his head, a green face and fangs, a row of golden spikes on his back, and green eyes.
Han Benyong pinched his fingers and injected a spell into a red round bead. The red round bead spun around and burst into flames, soon transforming into a red fire cloud hundreds of feet in size.
"go."
The red fire cloud, with an astonishingly high temperature, headed straight for the opposite side.
The half-demon with a green face and fangs opened his mouth to reveal a row of golden sharp teeth, and then sprayed out a large and slender blue light as he rushed forward.
The red fire cloud collided with the dense blue light, and was pierced by the blue light like thin paper, turning into tiny points of fire and disappearing.
There was a muffled sound coming from the ground, and the soil turned from khaki to golden, as if it was made of gold, and the ground reflected a golden light.
Two huge golden hands broke out of the ground and grabbed the green-faced, fang-toothed half-demon at lightning speed.
The half-demon reacted quickly, stepping back to avoid the two golden hands.
At this moment, ripples appeared in the void, and a red fire palm over ten feet in size suddenly appeared above the half-demon's head. The red fire palm seemed to be made up of countless flames, exuding a violent aura.
The red fire palm hit the half-demon accurately. With a loud bang, the red fire palm exploded, and the billowing flames engulfed the half-demon's body, and a shrill scream was heard.
There was a muffled sound coming from underground, and hundreds of thick golden spears broke out of the ground and stabbed towards the flames.
A series of muffled "ding ding" sounds were heard, and the golden spear seemed to hit a solid wall.
Han Benyong waved his right hand, and a palm-sized red hammer flew out. He then cast a spell, and the red hammer instantly grew to the size of a small mountain and smashed towards the sea of fire.
A sharp and piercing beast roar was heard, and the flames flashed and extinguished wildly. The half-demon's body showed obvious signs of burning, and black smoke rose from its body.
Golden scales grew on the half-demon's body, and the dense golden spears were blocked by the golden scales.
The golden horn on the half-demon's head lit up with golden light, and a beam of golden light shot out towards the red hammer.
clang!
With a dull sound of metal clashing, the red giant hammer flew back more than ten feet and smashed towards the half-demon again.
The half-demon frowned and was about to cast a spell again. Han Changying took out a white gourd the size of a palm and cast a spell. The white gourd glowed brightly and blew out a white cold air. After a blur, it turned into white ice blades several feet long and slashed towards the half-demon.
Dense white ice blades stood on the half-demon, making a muffled sound and sparks flying.
The half-demon had some thin ice chips on his body, but was not affected.
The half-demon didn't care. Although he was a half-demon, even magic weapons could hardly hurt him.
One of the white ice blades suddenly exploded, and a snow-white round bead flew out with runes flashing, obviously a magic weapon.
"not good!"
The half-demon subconsciously realized that something was wrong, and the horn on his head shot out a golden light. Before the golden light touched the white round bead, the white round bead suddenly exploded, and a strange cold air rushed out and covered the half-demon.
The half-demon froze at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into an ice sculpture.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, a huge red hammer fell from the sky and smashed the ice sculpture.
With a loud bang, the earth shook.
The red hammer flew up, and a huge pit appeared on the ground, with a pile of minced meat in the pit.
The three of them joined forces and successfully killed the half-demon.
"Fairy Han, be careful!"
A hurried male voice suddenly sounded.
There was a sound of breaking wind, and dense green feathers shot towards them, threatening to pierce them into a sieve.
Han Changwu was prepared. He shook his sleeves and a green light flew out. It turned out to be a green paper umbrella. He entered into a spell and the umbrella opened in mid-air.