The mere sight of three demon saints wielding a simplified version of the Star Dou Great Array, capable of such power on the battlefield, made it easy to imagine the might of the true Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array.
One of the three great formations of the Primordial Era was certainly not misnamed.
Even with the Human Emperor's strike that annihilated Kunpeng, facing the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, the full might of the Demon Court, a hegemonic force in the Primordial Era, was… the outcome remained uncertain.
"That's not right!"
Zhen Yuanzi recalled a problem he had overlooked.
His previous deduction was limited to Fang Ming single-handedly attacking the Demon Court, making the outcome uncertain.
It did not include the Human Race.
But a moment's thought revealed that Fang Ming would not abandon the Human Race and attack the Demon Court alone.
He would not!
In this battle, Zhen Yuanzi had witnessed numerous Human Race puppets capable of killing Da Luo Golden Immortals, and even threatening early-stage Quasi-Saints.
The Human Race army could slaughter Da Luo Golden Immortals as if they were mere dogs, and it was not a difficult task.
The three ancestors of the Human Race also possessed the ability to kill three early-stage Quasi-Saints with a single blow.
Although they relied on the power of so-called Supreme Emperor Weapons, their combat power could be considered on par with veteran Quasi-Saints.
There was also Zhulong, a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, and a large number of dragons.
Even setting aside Fang Ming, the Human Emperor, the strength of the Human Race was absolutely on par with the Wu and Demon races, perhaps only slightly weaker.
This force could naturally assist Fang Ming.
The Demon Court had the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array.
Did the Human Race not have a corresponding formation to amplify Fang Ming's power?
As the Human Emperor, Fang Ming would not be a lone wolf attacking the Demon Court, acting by himself?
He was the Human Emperor.
Not a rogue cultivator!
Upon realizing this, Zhen Yuanzi's heart became clear.
He suspected that this time, it would not only be the death of Kunpeng that avenged Hongyun, but before Hongyun's tomb, two more Golden Crows would be laid to rest.
They were:
Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
Di Jun.
Although not killed by his own hands, they had ultimately fallen, and Hongyun's revenge could be considered complete.
…
In the Sea of Blood.
Ancestor Ming He watched the blood of countless demons, three hundred billion demons.
Even the blood of Da Luo realm demon gods was attracted to the Sea of Blood, flowing into it.
This would slightly increase Ming He's cultivation.
Originally, Ming He should have been very happy at this moment.
But when he saw Kunpeng's corpse,
He had no inclination to be happy.
Even though the Sea of Blood's reserves had increased with the essence blood of several Da Luo Golden Immortals.
Ming He's heart was filled only with unspeakable fear and bone-chilling cold.
"Human Race..."
"Why, in a mere twenty thousand years, less than a Yuan Hui, could they develop to such a powerful extent?"
"The power of the race has already rivaled, or even surpassed, the Wu and Demon races..."
"The Human Emperor has reached an unprecedented sub-saint realm..."
"Even when I created the Asura race, heavenly merit descended, and I wished to use that merit to break through from the peak of Quasi-Saint to the sub-saint realm, it was like a mirage, a reflection in the water, and I never succeeded!"
"I created a race, yet I could not break through the sub-saint realm, and in the end, it was all for naught. Now, this Human Emperor, barely twenty thousand years old, has actually..."
Ming He fell silent.
As one of the most powerful veteran Quasi-Saints, his combat power not inferior to Di Jun.
He, who cultivated the Great Dao of Slaughter.
Facing the terrifying development speed of the Human Race, he could only feel fear.
For the first time, he did not dare to accept the blood of the Human Race.
In the past, whether it was the blood of a great witch of the Wu tribe, a demon god of the demon tribe, or even an ancestor witch of the demon tribe, as long as it flowed into the Sea of Blood, Ancestor Ming He dared to accept it.
He dared to refine the blood and enhance his cultivation...
Throughout his life, Ming He had never feared any cultivator.
But now...
Ancestor Ming He dared not let the Sea of Blood contain the blood of the fallen Human Race soldiers. He could only silently send this blood out of the Sea of Blood, not daring to accept it at all.
The usually unrestrained Ancestor Ming He.
The Ancestor Ming He, who cultivated the Great Dao of Slaughter, with a violent and insidious temper.
Had also—become afraid.
He feared that by absorbing the blood of the fallen soldiers, he would incur the wrath of the Human Race.
That would be a terrible consequence that even Ancestor Ming He would not dare to bear.
…
In the Pangu Hall.
The Twelve Ancestor Witches were also silent for a moment.
Even Houtu, who had previously believed the Human Race would win,
Her expression was completely stunned after seeing the corpse of Kunpeng, the Demon Master.
She was the great divine ability user who had the most confidence in the Human Race.
But she truly had not expected the Human Race to be able to kill—Kunpeng...
Her best-case scenario was the death of one or two demon saints, an achievement that the Wu tribe had not accomplished in billions of years.
But now, the Human Race...
"Sister Houtu, what should we do?"
Dijiang, the leader of the Wu tribe, asked in a tone that was difficult to describe.
"What do you think we should do?"
"The Human Race should be able to destroy the Demon Court by themselves."
"Do they still need us?"
Dijiang's previous plan was that if the Human Race could not defeat the Demon Race, they would assess the situation and try to save them. After all, a Human Race with several Quasi-Saints could also be befriended and serve as allies to the Wu tribe.
Saving this ally and pulling them into the Wu tribe's camp would make it easier to deal with the Demon Race in the future.
If the Human Race could defeat the Demon Race, or even kill even one demon saint.
Di Jun, for the sake of his reputation, would have to descend from the Demon Court to the Primordial Era. At that time, the Demon Court's internal strength would be empty, and the Wu tribe could take this opportunity to attack the Demon Court and kill all of their reserve forces.
For example, the ten Golden Crow princes, and the two demon empresses, and other reserve forces of the Demon Race.
In Dijiang's opinion, this was the best outcome, and the outcome he most anticipated for the war between the Human Race and the Demon Race.
However, the current situation had already exceeded Dijiang's control.
Three demon saints had died, three thousand races had been annihilated, and even Kunpeng, the Demon Master, had fallen.
Dijiang realized.
The strength of the Human Race was not limited to just a few Quasi-Saints, nor could they only repel the three great demon saints and force back Kunpeng, the Demon Master.
The Human Race actually had the strength to prevent their escape and kill them all.
This kind of strength, especially in a mere twenty thousand years, to develop to such a racial power...
Dijiang, as the leader of the Wu tribe, trembled because of this.
A forbidden thought even crossed his mind.
This kind of forbidden race...
Cannot exist in this world...
It was too terrifying... If they were like this in a mere twenty thousand years, what about tens of millions, or hundreds of millions of years of development?
Dijiang was somewhat afraid. By then, the number of sub-saint and sub-saint realm experts of the Human Race would likely be—thousands upon thousands.
At that time, the Wu tribe would be completely crushed in terms of strength.
What would happen to the Wu tribe, which occupied a significant portion of the land and territory in the Primordial Era, was uncertain.