King of Creation
Chapter 177 - 174 Water and Fire Golden Ape

Chapter 177: Chapter 174 Water and Fire Golden Ape

The wings of birds obscured the sky; the roars of bears shook the heavens!

In the sky, two Black Wing Dragon Griffins with a wingspan of over three hundred meters descended upon the camp like dark clouds, their wingbeats creating gusts of wind that instantly blew away the tents of the Sword Origin Empire that were close by!

"Bastards!"

A disciple of the Sword Origin Sect cursed in anger as a golden giant ape, resembling a small mountain having just descended from the Black Wing Dragon Griffin, beat its chest with fists like mallets and suddenly stretched its neck, baring its teeth in a roar at that disciple!

"Roar!"

The wild wind howled, and the stench of blood was rampant!

That disciple from the Sword Origin Sect was so intimidated by the roar of the golden giant ape that he was forced to retreat again and again!

A youth with the appearance of a Southern Barbarian, wearing three jade hairpins in his hair and sporting a lifelike roaring tiger tattoo on his bare arm, flew down from the Black Wing Dragon Griffin and shouted softly, restraining the savage Water and Fire Golden Ape!

"Water and Fire Golden Ape! It’s an Upper-grade Earth Level Demon Beast, the Water and Fire Golden Ape!" Elder Lik Shi exclaimed in shock.

"Damn it, when it comes to shamelessness, the Southern Barbarians are absolutely the worst!" Zhongli Jing gnashed his teeth in fury as he looked at the youth controlling the Water and Fire Golden Ape.

"These Southern Barbarian Tribe bastards, for this Five Countries Conference, they must have paid a huge price to have a youth with merely the Cultivation at the peak of Spirit Summoning Realm tame an Upper-grade Earth Level Demon Beast, the Water and Fire Golden Ape as a demon servant!"

"Remember, on the battlefield, unless it comes to the last moment to seize the War Soul Blood Flag, when you see this Southern Barbarian Tiger Head Spirit Practitioner who commands the Water and Fire Golden Ape, keep as far away from him as you can!"

Ye Zhen, Han Shi, and Gao Xinglie’s expressions had already turned very ugly.

They hadn’t even stepped onto the Battlefield of Demon Souls yet, and there were already so many formidable individuals that they could only run from—the Five Countries Conference had not even started, and it was already unbearably stifling.

But as unpleasant as their expressions were, the strength of the Southern Barbarian Tribe was indeed...

Ye Zhen found himself at a loss for words to describe the recently arrived Southern Barbarian Tribe—it was like a small legion, a small Demon Beast legion.

Twelve Barbarian Spirit Practitioners from the tribe each had four Demon Beasts surrounding them, and the youth with the Water and Fire Golden Ape had five demon servants.

Among the four Demon Beasts owned by each Southern Barbarian Spirit Practitioner, at least one was a Mid-grade Earth Level Demon Beast, while the rest were all Low-grade Earth Level Demon Beasts.

Twelve people with forty-nine Earth Level demon servants—this array was more than enough to deal with a Ten Thousand Man Army.

Especially that Upper-grade Earth Level Water and Fire Golden Ape—an Earth Level Demon Beast that even Martial Artists at the peak of Spirit Transformation Realm would flee from in terror was brought out by one of the Barbarian Spirit Practitioners.

Just like Chu Jun, the True Inheritor of the Lishui Sect, who had to retreat in haste after encountering the Middle-grade Earth Level Silver Line Demon Eagle King, and could only use the Universe Blood Escape in a pathetic attempt to flee from the Upper-grade Earth Level mutant Cloud Winged Tiger King.

No wonder, despite being besieged by the Four Countries, the Southern Barbarian Tribe was able to seize the War Soul Blood Flag multiple times—with such strength, it was terrifying to even think about!

"Hahaha, our Southern Barbarian Tribe has come again to the Five Countries Conference that occurs once every five years. May the Barbarian God bless us; this time, we will surely seize the War Soul Blood Flag!"

The twelve Southern Barbarian Spirit Practitioners and their accompanying elder all assumed a praying stance together.

To a greater or lesser extent, the expressions on the faces of Martial Artists from the Four Countries all turned uncomfortable, even the eyes of Luo Jingtian, the Six-Fingered Eagle Demon, narrowed dangerously, flickering with a threatening gleam.

This situation made even Bu Ziqi, the elder of the Phantom Divine Sect, somewhat worried; with a few quiet calls, he summoned the other elders from the three countries excluding the Southern Barbarian Tribe.

The message was simple: if they faced the Southern Barbarian Tribe in combat, the disciples of the Four Countries could cooperate and help each other—the War Soul Blood Flag could be taken by anyone, but they must not let the Southern Barbarian Tribe take it.

All Four Countries had borders with the Southern Barbarian Tribe, and if the Southern Barbarians got their hands on the War Soul Blood Flag, one couldn’t tell which country they would wreak havoc on.

At this moment, Ye Zhen took the opportunity while the disciples of all Four Countries had come out to sense and gauge the strength of the disciples from the Four Countries.

Honestly, in terms of Cultivation alone, the Black Water Empire was the bottom of the pile.

The twelve disciples of the Phantom Divine Empire’s Phantom Divine Sect were all at the peak of Spirit Summoning Realm, their aura fierce.

The twelve Martial Artists from the Gu’an Kingdom had only one at the Late-stage of Spirit Summoning Realm; the rest were all at the peak of Spirit Summoning Realm.

The Sword Origin Sect, just like the Phantom Divine Empire, had twelve disciples at the peak of Spirit Summoning Realm.

Even the Southern Barbarian Tribe had twelve Barbarian Spirit Practitioners, all with three jade hairpins in their hair, almost entirely at the peak of Spirit Summoning Realm—unlike the Black Water Empire, where four warriors were only at the Late Stage of Spirit Summoning Realm.

Boom!

Suddenly, the earth shook and the mountains trembled once more as the blood light erupted from Demon Soul Mountain, staining the whole sky with a dense crimson hue!

"The time is nearly upon us, get ready!"

Elder Bu Ziqi of the Phantom Divine Sect waved his hand, and the elders of the Five Countries each led their disciples towards the thickest area of blood light.

The procession of the Southern Barbarian Tribe was incredibly vast; the fifty-meter-tall Water and Fire Golden Ape, walking through the mountains, was like a bulldozer, directly carving out a path with rocks flying everywhere, causing the disciples of the Four Countries to scurry in panic!

The Four Countries had indeed thought of allying to annihilate the warriors of the Southern Barbarian Tribe, but the Barbarian Spirit Practitioners sent by the tribe were the elite of the elite.

To eliminate them, one can imagine the cost.

No sect would recklessly send out their elite to clash fiercely with the Southern Barbarian Tribe. Besides, the Sword Origin Empire and the Black Water Empire were ancient enemies, and Gu’an Kingdom and Phantom Divine Empire were mortal foes. These people certainly wouldn’t be able to cooperate sincerely.

At the peak of the mountain, a three-meter-square blood-colored vortex slowly rotated, resembling the gates of hell, emitting a terrifying aura.

With each rotation, the blood-colored vortex expanded slightly. Each time the ground shuddered violently, and blood light surged, the vortex expanded rapidly.

Boom!

Another violent tremor shook the ground. As blood light spurted out, the blood-colored vortex suddenly increased tenfold, and a thirty-meter-wide blood-colored light gate abruptly materialized.

Just as everyone was about to step forward, six silhouettes dashed out from hidden locations in Demon Soul Mountain and shot toward the blood-colored light gate like lightning.

That speed was so fast that even the elders of the various countries couldn’t intercept them in time.

"Spirit Transformation Realm experts?" Ye Zhen’s eyebrows suddenly shot up.

"Hahaha, success! Such a fine secret realm has been hoarded by the big sects of the Five Countries for so long, it’s about time we got to explore it!"

As they spoke, the six silhouettes each leaped up, soaring towards the blood-colored light gate.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The anticipated scenario of the six people passing through the blood-colored light gate did not occur. Instead, the light gate violently erupted with a blast of blood light. In an instant, the six Spirit Transformation Realm beings turned into six pools of minced flesh.

"Hmph, you think the Battlefield of Demon Souls is so easy to enter? A bunch of idiots courting death!" Elder Bu Ziqi of Phantom Divine Sect sneered coldly.

It was only now that Ye Zhen remembered what Elder Zhong had said: the Battlefield of Demon Souls could only be entered by martial artists below the Spirit Transformation Realm.

"Alright, let’s start entering...."

"Children, bring your treasures and charge!"

As one of the Southern Barbarian Tribe’s elders shouted loudly, twelve Southern Barbarian Spirit Practitioners, along with forty-nine demon servants, madly rushed towards the Vortex Blood Gate!

"Hehe, gentlemen, make way. The treasures of my children are quite large—if you get bumped and break a bone, that’s your own doing!"

Seeing the Southern Barbarian Spirit Practitioners from the Barbarian Tribe rush into the Battlefield of Demon Souls first, the disciples from the Four Countries could only reluctantly let them enter before them!

Strangely, although the restriction to Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation didn’t apply to Demon Beasts, even the peak Spirit Transformation Realm creatures like the Water and Fire Golden Ape, which usually required escaping upon encounter, also smoothly entered the Battlefield of Demon Souls!

Soon, it was Black Water Kingdom’s martial artists’ turn!

Looking at the blood-colored vortex below, which looked like the gates of hell, Ye Zhen followed the method Elder Zhong had taught. His Divine Soul was closely linked with the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub. With a splash, he jumped down.

It was said this was a secret technique passed among the Southern Barbarian Spirit Practitioners to enter the Battlefield of Demon Souls without separating from their demon servants.

Whoosh!

Ye Zhen only felt an inexplicable tearing force come upon him, and then suddenly, his vision brightened, revealing a world composed entirely of blood color before Ye Zhen’s eyes.

Blood-colored stones, blood-colored grass, blood-colored ground, blood-colored sky—everything was tinged with blood color, as if drenched in blood.

After ensuring the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub was by his side, Ye Zhen finally relaxed.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Just as Ye Zhen looked up to observe his surroundings, a deep and soul-shaking drum sound suddenly came from afar.

At the end of Ye Zhen’s vision, ten miles away, a hundred Demon Horses pulling war drum carriages led the charge. A hundred soldiers, bare-chested and shrouded in a layer of blood light, energetically beat the war drums, producing soul-stirring, blood-boiling drumbeats.

Amid the drumbeats, platoons of Demon Soul Soldiers wearing White Armor converged from all directions, silently joining the White Armor Legion.

A vast, boundless White Armor Legion was advancing rapidly towards Ye Zhen’s direction. Along the way, the Evil Qi emitted by all the Demon Souls in the legion condensed into a tangible onslaught of Evil Qi in the sky. Wherever it passed, grass and trees turned to ash, and rocks crumbled to dust!

In an instant, that tangible Evil Qi reached the front of Ye Zhen, and the extreme sense of danger made all the hairs on Ye Zhen’s body stand on end.

"Kitty, True Body!"

Ye Zhen let out a roar. Without waiting for the True Body of the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub to fully materialize, he mounted it, urged it on, and in an instant, the Cloud Winged Tiger flew up, turning into a white streak and flying away wildly.

When it came to flying speed, the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub was fast!

It wasn’t that Ye Zhen was cowardly, but the speed of the White Armor Demon Soul Legion was too rapid. In just this short moment, the ten-mile distance shrank to eight. If Ye Zhen didn’t leave now, he feared he would become the first glorious casualty.

Ye Zhen rode the Cloud Winged Tiger a hundred miles in a straight flight before he sharply turned into a grove. No sooner had he landed than a signature Southern Barbarian laugh rang out.

"Ha! My first hunt, and it’s delivered itself right to my doorstep! Babies, your feast has arrived, attack!" (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommended votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)