The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

When Zhu Rong saw Gong Gong blocking his way, he raised his iron rod to strike him. But just as the two were about to fight, Zhu Jiuyin caught up and shouted, "Fifth brother, sixth brother, hold on! Let's go to the tribe and see what's going on. If this continues, it could lead to disaster."

Upon hearing Zhu Jiuyin's words, both men paused, then exchanged a glance, realizing that now was not the time to fight. They then hurried towards the battleground. This was not the first time the two had clashed; they often fought over trivial matters. If they were to start fighting now, both tribes would likely suffer heavy casualties, a situation they did not want to see.

Before long, Gonggong, Zhurong, and Zhujiuyin arrived. Looking at the scene before them, both Gonggong and Zhurong wore ferocious expressions. The Zhurong tribe was now a scene of carnage, a veritable mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with those below seemingly oblivious, still locked in fierce combat.

"Gonggong, you've gone too far! I'll fight you to the death!" After regaining her senses, Zhurong looked at the other side with eyes full of anger. Although both sides had suffered casualties, Gonggong's tribe clearly still had a significant advantage.

Because many people in his own tribe needed protection for the elderly, the weak, and the young, he had to consider their feelings and could not act impulsively. Moreover, the other side had not even spared the women and children, which greatly angered Zhu Rong.

Seeing Zhurong charging towards him, Gonggong lost all interest in the fighting crowd below and immediately transformed into his original form to meet him.

Zhu Jiuyin watched the two start fighting, feeling quite helpless. Knowing their tempers, he didn't want to say much at the moment. He could only wait until they calmed down before trying to mediate, since this wasn't the first time the two had fought.

He then landed on the ground, separating the people from both tribes who were still fighting, and shouted to those around him: "You must not fight anymore. No matter what the reason, you must wait for the arrival of the Ancestral Witch Dijiang."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, both sides, though still harboring anger, put the matter aside and went to treat the wounded. Seeing this, Zhu Jiuyin breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked towards the battlefield where Zhu Rong and the other man were fighting.

Zhu Rong, towering ten thousand feet high, with a beast's head and a human form, covered in red scales, riding a fire dragon, spewed forth scorching flames that swept towards the opposite side, turning everything in its path into a sea of ​​fire. Fortunately, the two were fighting in the air; otherwise, many lives would likely have perished in such a situation, but the air still crackled and popped from the heat.

Gonggong was equally formidable, and he didn't waste any words with Zhurong. In the eyes of their Wu tribe, might makes right. Gonggong's true form was a humanoid with a python's head, covered in black scales, and riding a black dragon. At this moment, he spewed out thousands of water columns from his mouth, like millions of water dragons, crashing into the oncoming raging flames.

'Boom,...boom,...boom.'

The two forces collided, producing a deafening roar. As the saying goes, water and fire are incompatible; when they intertwine, a hissing sound fills the sky as countless wisps of mist rise, obscuring the interior with the naked eye.

However, when water and fire collided, they had no power to neutralize each other, and both fell towards the primordial land. As a result, the creatures of the primordial land suffered an undeserved calamity. Those with low cultivation levels wailed in agony in the fire, or were drowned by the flood.

Blood Sea, Leisure Island.

Mosquito Taoist stopped what he was doing and looked towards the direction of the Witch Clan. Upon seeing Zhu Rong and Gong Gong locked in combat, he immediately took out a communication talisman and sent a message. He then stepped out of his cave to observe the fight.

In fact, it wasn't just Mosquito Daoist. The powerful beings of the prehistoric world had already noticed when the two Ancestral Witches started fighting. However, no one came to intervene. When they saw the two fighting and causing widespread destruction among the prehistoric beings, they all frowned deeply.

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace.

The high-ranking members of the demon race were all inside. In the center of the hall stood a person who clasped his hands in a fist and said to the emperor, "Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, I have not failed your expectations. I have caused the Zhu Rong and Gong Gong tribes to fight each other. The two forces are currently engaged in a fierce battle."

This man was Bai Ze, who had just returned from the Zhu Rong tribe. For the past hundred years, he had been hiding in the shadows, assassinating many members of the Wu tribe while the two ancestral witches were away from the tribe. However, he was also extremely cautious, and had only killed a few people over the years.

If he weren't worried about being discovered, Bai Ze, with his Quasi-Saint cultivation, could even eliminate a Grand Luo Golden Immortal. However, his last kill was only of a Wu Clan leader with the cultivation of a Taiyi Golden Immortal. Although Bai Ze didn't take a Grand Luo Golden Immortal Wu Clan leader seriously, he couldn't kill him with a single blow.

"Good, Bai Ze Demon Saint has done a good job this time. I just don't know if Zhu Rong and the other two will fight each other because of this." Despite saying this, Di Jun was not worried at all. Even if the two of them did not fight this time, the demon race could provoke them again next time.

At this moment, Bai Ze said again, "Your Majesty, I discovered in the Wu tribe that the Ancestral Witch Houtu has left the Wu tribe and her whereabouts are unknown. However, Xing Tian in her tribe has now advanced to the level of an Ancestral Witch, which is truly puzzling."

Houtu left the territory of the Wu Clan and traveled throughout the prehistoric world. Many cultivators in the prehistoric world knew of this, but apart from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, no one knew the reason, which puzzled many interested individuals. Of course, the Ancestral Witches would not tell others about this matter.

Upon hearing Bai Ze's words, a flurry of discussion erupted within the Lingxiao Palace. Regardless of Houtu's whereabouts, the addition of an Ancestral Witch to the Wu Clan had already put the Heavenly Court in a very passive position. Even if either Zhurong or Gonggong perished, the Demon Clan's previous schemes would be rendered useless.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Just as Di Jun was about to speak again, a tremendous roar erupted from the primordial land. Immediately, everyone dropped what they were doing and rushed towards the Southern Heavenly Gate.

In the primordial land, there was Mount Buzhou.

The great battle between Zhurong and Gonggong claimed the lives of countless beings in the primordial world, including even members of the Wu tribe themselves. Although the two had witnessed this, they feared that these fallen beings would not escape unscathed when the cause and effect were later investigated.

However, the two had become truly enraged, fighting their way through the enemy lines. Ultimately, they fought their way to the foot of Mount Buzhou.

"Bang"".

Gonggong was caught off guard and was struck in the back by Zhurong's punch. He flew forward like a meteorite and crashed into Buzhou Mountain.

"boom".

After a loud bang, Mount Buzhou shook violently. Although it did not collapse, those who observed carefully would notice that the mountain had developed numerous cracks.

"Cough, cough cough cough..." After about half an incense stick's time, Gonggong slowly crawled up from the pile of rocks, blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

Looking at Zhurong, who was ten thousand feet tall and just like him, Gonggong knew that he was slightly inferior in strength and would only be beaten if the fight continued. Looking at the land they had fought in, there were corpses everywhere, a scene of devastation, and even countless mountains had been blasted down.

"Hahaha..." Suddenly, Gonggong laughed loudly, looked up at Buzhou Mountain, where he could vaguely see the outline of the Thirty-Three Heavens, and then rammed into it.