Prehistoric: The supreme human race, abolishing the throne of Nuwa

After several months of killing, all the Lich clan in the territory, except for a small tribe under Zhu Rong and a small tribe under Gonggong, were completely killed.

The last strong man of the demon race who was about to enter the Great Luo faced the three great human races and was pressed to death in the melting rock magma.

This scene shocked everyone.

They who had massacred the human race never imagined that the human race's methods would be many times more brutal than theirs.

After the demon clan and most of the witch clan were dealt with, the territory became temporarily quiet, and the low-level fish that slipped through the net began to be eliminated.

In the past few months, the two witch clans of the small tribe under Zhu Rong and the small tribe under Gonggong have united to resist the killings of the human race.

But the human race was not moved at all.

The leaders of the two small tribes are not very strong, they are only in the Golden Immortal realm. As long as Chu Feng is willing, even the fourth ancestor of the human race can slap them to death.

As for why Chu Feng still kept them, the two leaders were also puzzled.

At this moment.

Suddenly outside the camp, a witch race rushed into the cave and shouted: "Leader, it's bad, the humans are coming to kill us!"

"What?" The leader of the Zhurong Witch Clan was horrified. He stood up from the huge stone stool and said in horror: "How many people are there?"

"No, I don't know."

The big demon was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly. He only knew that it was a dark place and he couldn't see how many people there were.

Faced with such a battle of the human race, the leader of Zhu Rong did not dare to delay and rushed out immediately.

Its body is a three-headed snake with only one tail. It now moves, rumbling with great force and raising large amounts of dust.

Just when he walked out of the cave, he saw the young leader of the Gonggong tribe facing the human race.

The leader of the small Gonggong tribe is a humanoid creature, but he is huge, ten feet tall, with blue skin and obscure and luminous divine patterns on his body.

He turned to look at the leader of the Zhurong tribe, his expression ugly.

"Surround up!" Xuandu shouted.

Then, he turned into golden light and crashed down from high altitude. The power emanating from his body drove away the powerful people from the Wu clan who had gathered together.

He was originally a powerful Golden Immortal, and had even reached the level of Quasi-Saint. He had few rivals at the same level, and his momentum was overwhelming, making him unbeatable.

The next second, the remaining nine war gods formed a circle in the sky, emitting large swaths of golden light, completely submerging the area.

In the blink of an eye, the power of the law instantly enveloped the entire mountain range, forming a huge cage that enveloped everything.

Seeing the murderous human race in the hall, the surviving strong men of the two tribes were trembling with fear.

"What to do?"

"The human race is coming, leader, give the order!"

"No, I don't want to die yet"

Some of the two tribes of witches were frightened, some were roaring, some were unwilling, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined and spread freely.

Facing this group of witches, no human race showed the slightest mercy. If it weren't for Chu Feng's order, these tens of thousands of witches would have died.

At this time, the fourth ancestor of the human race also arrived.

They are even more terrifying in the realm of Daluo. They use their own methods to travel around, either dragons roaring in the sky or phoenixes mingling in the sky, shaking the mountains and rivers.

After they arrived, they hovered above the ten war gods and continued to lower stronger laws to consolidate the blocking barrier exerted by the ten war gods.

Suddenly, the air was filled with mist, extremely gorgeous.

"What?! Even the fourth ancestor of the human race is here!"

"It's over. We are really dead this time."

Most of the people in the Wu clan have been frightened out of their wits. They have been on tenterhooks for months, and they can no longer sit still in the face of such a battle.

In comparison, the two leaders seemed much more stable, but being stable did not mean that they were willing to take action.

At this moment, they were like mortals, not letting out the slightest breath, wrapping themselves very tightly, and not daring to go beyond the rules.

Four human ancestors, ten war gods, as well as the human grand master and three thousand earth immortals who were watching eagerly from a distance, this kind of lineup was considered good when looking at all the races in the wild.

The two of them couldn't help but twitch their eyelids, feeling that they really thought highly of themselves.

At this time, Chu Feng arrived.

With their feet on the auspicious clouds, their bodies were no taller than anyone else in the Wu clan, but the momentum they exuded made them feel as if they were facing a high mountain, and they felt a sense of oppression.

I saw that his precious body was glowing, his whole body was filled with golden holy light, his eyes were filled with a strange look, and his aura was like an abyss or a rainbow, incomparable.

At this moment, he was like a creation god, coming with mysterious power. Just a breath of his breath made tens of thousands of monsters tremble.

Facing Chu Feng, the supreme human race, all the strong men of the Wu clan were afraid. This was a terrifying existence that could really kill the holy body of a saint.

At this time, the little leader of the Gonggong tribe raised his right hand.

ka ka ka-

Suddenly, all the powerful Wu clan members of the Gonggong tribe clenched their weapons, their spiritual energy flowing in their bodies, ready to take action at any time.

Xuandu, who was standing opposite them, did not speak, but raised his head and looked at Chu Feng, who was slowly descending, and let him make the decision.

At that time, Chu Feng touched his neck and said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous. I'm here to give you a chance to live. Don't always think of the human race so cruelly."

"A chance to survive?" the young leader of the Gonggong tribe murmured and asked, "What chance?"

"As long as I kill any witch from the other tribe, I will let him leave." Chu Feng sneered.

Upon hearing this, the two leaders suddenly became furious!

Before the leader could speak, tens of thousands of Wu clan members had already sternly refused and stated that they would never be provoked.

"Stop dreaming. We, the Wu clan, can only fight to death, and there are no losers who live on their knees!" the young leader of the Gonggong tribe roared.

At the same time, the small leader of the Zhurong tribe also expressed his stance.

He angrily shouted: "If you want to fight, come as soon as possible. Do you want us to kill each other? I'm dreaming!"

The lichs of the two major tribes were resolute, holding weapons, running their spiritual energy at full strength, and were ready.

Faintly, their spiritual energy circulated among each other, forming a pale white barrier on the surface, protecting all the witches.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Chu Feng shook his head and laughed. He raised his hand to lower the restraint, locking the power in their bodies, and the newly formed barrier suddenly dissipated.

"Don't miss this opportunity, otherwise, my people will kill ten witch clans every ten breaths until they kill all of you."

Chu Feng opened his arms and turned his back to the big sun. The golden light spread infinitely behind him. Then, he rose into the air and showed a devilish smile.

At the same time, the four great human ancestors landed.

They released terrifying coercion, frightening the shamans who were already imprisoned because of their power and turned pale.

At first, the witch clan still persisted, but when the human race killed ten witch clans every ten breaths, and killed dozens of witch clans one after another, some witch clan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Ahhh!!!"

"I can't bear it, go to hell! I, I want to live."

at this time--

A shaman from the Gonggong tribe was so frightened that he drew his sword in fear.

The snow-white sword light was in the shape of a moon wheel, and at the same time as it was slashed, a huge head flew up with a pop, and there was a column of blood surging.

Then, the corpse of the witch clan from the Zhurong tribe fell to the ground.