479: Is that his aura?
Everyone passed through the mountain protection array and went straight back to Zizhu Peak.
Inside the peak, the Purple Bamboo was secluded and misty, as quiet as ever, as if it were a world apart from the turbulent outside world.
However, as soon as they stepped onto the peak's summit, everyone noticed something unusual.
They saw Old Huang, the Azure Sky Python Ox who usually grazed leisurely on Spiritual Plants by the spiritual fields and had a gentle temperament, standing at the edge of the cliff.
Its massive body was like a mountain, its ox head held high, and its large ox eyes were no longer their usual gentle selves.
Instead, it was gazing toward the southwest, where the Southern Region lay.
His eyes were filled with an indescribable complexity of emotions: reminiscence, gravity, and even a hint of deeply suppressed anger.
The vast, sea-like blood Qi around him, though not intentionally emitted, made the surrounding air slightly solidify.
"Old Huang, are you worried about the Southern Region?" Xiao Ruobai stepped forward.
Xiao Ruobai had been at Zizhu Peak for a long time and knew that Old Huang had been "invited" back from the Southern Region by his Revered Master.
Old Huang shook his massive ox head, his voice rolling like muffled thunder.
"I'm angry. Life in the Southern Region was going well, and then these old fogies from the Ancient Demon Court decided to show up.
Back when I was in the Southern Region, I heard rumors about these guys, hiding underground for ages, not daring to come out.
Now that the Xuanhuang is recovering, they want to reap the rewards. Do they really think the current Yao Race is a pushover?"
The more he spoke, the angrier he got, his hooves pawing at the ground, leaving deep marks.
Then his gaze turned to Mo Yu nearby, his tone softening slightly.
"You kid, and you others, rushing back—is it because of this Southern Region business too?"
Mo Yu clenched his fists, fire surging in his crimson-gold pupils.
"Exactly! My clansmen and my home are all in the Southern Region. With the war now, I don't know if they're safe!
I sent a message a few days ago but haven't received a reply."
He gritted his teeth, his tone carrying suppressed worry.
"The Southern Region is where our current Yao Race has been rooted for generations. They say they'll rule it, and they do; they say they'll exterminate us, and they do!"
Old Huang nodded repeatedly, the anger on his ox face growing even more intense, the blood Qi around him surging more violently.
"That's exactly it! I really want to go to the Southern Region and have a good fight with them, to let them know that the current Yao Race is not to be trifled with!"
Xiao Ruobai's eyes flickered slightly as he turned to look around: "Where is Revered Master?"
Just as he spoke, the Void Realm rippled slightly, and the figure of the Silent Emperor quietly emerged, bowing as he said, "The Sovereign has gone out on business; his return date is uncertain."
"Revered Master isn't here?"
Xiao Ruobai frowned slightly, and after a moment of thought.
"In that case, we'll go to the Southern Region to take a look first."
He turned to the Silent Emperor, "When Revered Master returns, please inform him, Elder, that we have gone to the Southern Region to investigate the battle situation."
The Silent Emperor's gaze swept over Little Black, who was resting with closed eyes on Xiao Ruobai's shoulder, and he nodded, "Very well, you must be careful."
"Great!"
Old Huang suddenly threw back his head and let out a long ox roar, his eyes filled with Battle Intent.
"I've been wanting to stretch my limbs for a long time. It's the perfect time to go to the Southern Region and teach those arrogant old fogies a lesson!"
Its massive body stomped twice in excitement, making the surrounding air tremble.
Mo Yu was even more excited, his whole body trembling slightly, his crimson-gold scales faintly glowing.
"Thank you, Revered Master!" He looked toward the Southern Region, his eyes full of determined Battle Intent and urgent anticipation.
Xiao Ruobai nodded slightly and took the lead: "Let's go."
After the group left the Azure Profound Sect, they sped toward the Southern Region.
"Faster! Even faster!"
Old Huang's voice was like rolling thunder, vibrating during their high-speed flight.
"If we're late, I'm afraid we'll miss all the good fights!"
The Silent Emperor stood at the summit of Zizhu Peak, watching their figures disappear into the horizon. After a moment of silence, his figure slowly dissipated into the Void Realm.
Southern Region.
The once vast mountains and rivers had turned into scorched earth, soaked in demon blood that stained the rocks a dark red.
The sky was rendered bizarre and colorful by various demon powers, and the roars, explosions, and clashing of weapons merged into a deafening din.
The army of the Ancient Demon Court was like a cold tide, crashing wave after wave against the defense line that the current Yao Race was struggling to maintain.
Those ancient war generals were silent and efficient, coordinating perfectly and possessing formidable individual strength.
The current Yao Race relied on their familiarity with the terrain and their desperate courage.
Bodies were piled like mountains, and tattered war flags wailed in the wind.
The Southern Region Demon Emperor took the Incarnation of a Ten-thousand-foot Demonic Ape, wielding a giant sky-propping club, fighting several opponents.
"Stubborn resistance will only lead to death!"
An Ancient Demon Great Saint, covered in bone armor and holding a giant axe, grinned hideously as he swung the axe down, tearing through the Void Realm.
"Hmph! If you want the Southern Region, you'll have to step over my dead body!"
The Demon Emperor roared, his giant club sweeping across to meet the blow head-on, but he was shaken and stumbled back, his Qi becoming turbulent.
On the other side, the young figure suspected to be the Son of the Ancient Emperor still stood quietly above the battlefield.
He did not strike again, but simply looked down indifferently at the slaughter below, as if watching a play that had nothing to do with him.
His mere presence was a huge blow to the morale of the current Yao Race.
"Emperor! We can't hold on! The Pig Demon Clan on the left wing has been wiped out, and the defense line has been broken!"
A demon general, covered in blood, came to report in a hoarse voice.
The Demon Emperor's eyes nearly split from rage as he watched another position collapse under the onslaught of the ancient demon army, with countless Yao Race youths falling with screams.
"You forced my hand!"
There was no hesitation in his eyes. The Ten-thousand-foot Demonic Ape phantom roared to the heavens, about to sacrifice the Supreme Emperor Weapon, the demon emperor bell!
Just then!
"Roar—!!!"
A terrifying ox roar that seemed to come from the primordial past, filled with endless anger and power, suddenly exploded from the distant horizon like a Nine Heavens thunderclap!
This roar contained unimaginable, boundless blood Qi and towering rage, instantly drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.
It caused the eardrums of countless fighting demons to ring, their blood to surge, and their movements to involuntarily stiffen.
Even the indifferent Son of the Ancient Emperor frowned slightly and looked toward the direction of the roar.
At the edge of the sky, a brilliant and dazzling green light, like a burning sun, streaked toward them at a speed that tore through the heavens!
Wherever the green light passed, the clouds dispersed and space itself distorted!
Behind the green light were several powerful auras, each distinct and no less formidable, following closely!
"What is that?!"
On the battlefield, both the Ancient Demon Court and the current Yao Race were startled by this sudden turn of events and that terrifying, hostile ox roar.
Yuan Tiangang forced back his opponent with a powerful strike of his club, taking the chance to catch his breath. He looked toward the familiar yet strange green light, his eyes flashing with uncertainty.
"This aura... is it him?! He's still alive? And he's even stronger?"
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