Leisurely mountain village

Although the Primordial Spirit was unharmed, it was severely injured again by the shockwave, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood and becoming weak, as if it had reached its last gasp.

The area around them was also cleared out. The power of the demonic ape's self-destruction was something that ordinary domain-level perfectionists could not withstand.

"Madmen, madmen, a bunch of madmen~" The Primordial Spirit felt no joy whatsoever. He wanted to leave now. If he didn't heal his wounds, his foundation would be damaged, and he might even perish.

But the human race has gone mad. Poisonous Tyrant is clever; seeing the demonic ape's appearance, he hid, while Hyena was blown up.

"Brothers, I'm off!" Zu Huangshi threw the Qiankun Cauldron at the Yin Yang Daoist, "The Qiankun inheritance is yours." After saying that, he rushed towards the Primordial Spirit without hesitation.

"Boom!" The Ancestral Emperor self-destructed, and his primordial spirit flew backward, taking three or five of his primordial subordinates with him. The wise mage who had just returned to his side was severely injured and was left barely alive.

Before I could recover, there was another "boom!"

"Old Thunder, Lightning, guys, I'm leaving first. I want the Founder to die!" Following the Ancestral Emperor's self-destruction was the Stubborn Stone Demon of the Thunder God and Demon team. In the previous battle, he had been sent flying by the Founder's palm and was severely injured.

Now he self-destructs, directly taking away the wise mage who was severely injured by the ancestral emperor, and once again blasting the founder away, who is now barely hanging on by a thread.

"I'll keep you company, you stubborn rock~" Another being, a god or demon who had been severely injured, flew over with an arrogant laugh. At this moment, no one dared to surround the Primordial Spirit. This group of gods, demons, and humans had completely gone mad.

Even Yu, who calls himself a grandson, has gone into hiding, let alone Luan, Du Batian, and other gods and demons with their own agendas, as well as those alien races and the two races of gods and demons.

"Want to die? I'll grant your wish!" The Primordial Spirit held its breath and released the world-destroying magnetic storm once again. Although it wasn't as big or as strong as before, it threw out two of them. One of them was caught by the flying god-demon and flew into the god's territory.

"Boom~" A snow-white halo appeared, vaporizing the divine army and more than a dozen divine domain-level beings. Fortunately, the halo only spread for ten thousand meters before disappearing, which was far less powerful than the previous magnetic storm.

Yuhe Du Batian fled immediately.

"Founder, prepare to die!" Seeing that the existence had dealt with one of the magnetic storm spheres, the Faith God and Demon pushed the last magnetic storm sphere towards the Founder, but unfortunately it was detonated halfway by the Founder, leaving no trace of its body.

"Second brother, third brother, protect Tianyang, eldest brother is going~" Sui handed the Refining Heaven Pot to Shennong. Seeing that the Primordial Spirit of Creation had started to release magnetic storms again, he flew over without hesitation, pushed a ball, and exploded near the Demon Clan.

"Damn it!" Luan was dizzy from the explosion and seriously injured, so he fled far away.

"Come with me to hunt down the Ye family~" Yu glanced at the Primordial Spirit, then led a group of gods and alien races away.

"Shennong, go!" Fangcun shouted at the dazed Shennong brothers.

"Yes~" Shennong flicked the God-Slaying Spear, piercing through the body of a god and demon, put away his eldest brother's Heaven-Refining Pot, and chased after Yu's team with his second brother.

“Old friend, there’s no other way. The Creator is immortal, so this can’t be resolved.” The Yin-Yang Master threw his Yin-Yang Mirror and the Qiankun Cauldron he had just used to Fang Cun.

"Holy crap~" After saying that, he continued to fly towards the Primordial Spirit who was still spitting blood and releasing magnetic storm balls.

"Haha, come on, you'll all die~" The Primordial Spirit was also in a state of madness. When he saw the Yin-Yang Taoist, he grinned, and blood gushed out.

"Boom~"

One by one, the magnetic storm spheres destroyed the Primordial Spirit, gradually inflicting more damage on it.

"I'm going to settle this personal score with Luan~" The Five Elements Saint Lord saw Luan trying to escape with the demons and charged straight at them.

"My lord~" Just then, a group of people descended from the sky and surrounded the Primordial Spirit. Each of them was incredibly powerful and had a terrifying aura.

"Oh no, it's the Great Dao's personal guard!" Lingmu Daoist roared, signaling the other gods and demons to return and not be left alone.

Unfortunately, when he shouted, the enemy, except for leaving four people to protect the founder, attacked from all sides. In just three breaths, the gods and demons brought by Lei Ting and his group suffered heavy casualties.

The Five Elements Saint Lord had already clashed with the chaos, but could only withdraw immediately. He knew that the slave guards of the Great Dao consciousness were all stronger than him, and there were even many of them at the Universe and Cosmos levels.

"Haha~ Ugh~" The Primordial Spirit laughed loudly, swallowed a large bottle of pills, and then casually took out two strands of Primordial Purple Qi. Under the protection of two Universe-level and two Cosmic-level guards, he began to heal his injuries.

"You're too late after all~" The founder glared maliciously at Fangcun and Lingmu Daoren.

Fang Cun and the old Taoist Lingmu exchanged a glance, realizing that the human race's fate was sealed.

The Five Elements, Thunder, and Origin, these veteran high-level gods and demons, also flew back with injuries, standing beside the two, their faces grim and their expressions solemn.

"The Eighteen Guards are here, this is a big problem." The Illusion Moon God and the others also came over, panting heavily. Although this battle was not as fierce as the Great War of Creation, there were still countless casualties.

"After today, I'm afraid there will be no place for us to rest in the myriad realms." Fang Cun looked at the guards, but he didn't have any good ideas. Although the Great Dao consciousness didn't care, the eighteen guards he had trained to hide his consciousness were all ridiculously strong.

“The Founder will recover in an instant; we can no longer kill him,” said the Spirit Wood Taoist.

"Luan, Poison Tyrant, you and Seventeen and Eighteen go after the Ye family. I want them alive. I want Ye Huan to know the consequences of offending me!" the Primordial Spirit said viciously.

"Yes~" When Luan and Du Batian saw the Eighteen Guards, they stopped running and immediately mustered their troops, flying towards the direction that Shennong and the others had just chased.

"We're out of manpower~" Fang Cun looked at everyone, almost all of them were injured, and there were less than thirty of them. On the other side, besides the sixteen guards, there was also the big guy, Founder.

More than twenty members of the Hou's zombie clan have died, leaving less than ten. Lei Ting and the other gods and demons also number less than twenty. They have done their best.

"Good luck, Fangcun. We're probably going to die here today," Lingmu suddenly laughed.

"Not bad, at least I'm not alone with you all here~" Ancestor Fangcun nodded, and then everyone relaxed. This battle had turned out this way, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

"Let Doomsday and the others go to Shennong's side, that's all we can do," said the Five Elements Saint Lord. From the start of the war, they knew that the Hou belonged to the human race.

“Hou, keep two of them. You take the others and go after them. Seventeen and Eighteen are strong enough to fight,” Fang Cun said.

Hou nodded, leaving Jue Chou and Ji Bing behind. He then led Evil Poison and Doomsday and the others to chase after Guard Seventeen and his group. As Ye Huan's servant, protecting his master was a given.

Fang Cun guessed it, so he left two of the Hou people behind, while the other six were all taken away by Hou. On their side, with more or fewer people, they could no longer solve the problem.