Chapter 2195: War of the Demon World Wood Spirit Eight Sons

A Work by Wang Yu

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From the day the formation core was established, Han Li and the other two no longer resided in the cloud structures, fearing sneak attacks from high-level demons. Instead, they all sat cross-legged in meditation beneath the Heaven-reaching Giant Tree. Since the formation core was based on this reserve sacred tree, it would remain safe as long as the tree was not destroyed.

As for the several thousand guards from various races who had followed them, they were evenly distributed among several nearby mountain peaks, strategically guarding the valley where the formation core was located.

Han Li, however, kept Crab Daoist hidden in one of the large cloud structures. Given this golden crab's cultivation, simulating the aura of a mid-level human cultivator was an effortless task. Apart from Mahayana stage beings, ordinary cultivators could not discern his true cultivation level. Therefore, although Cao Ji and Fei Xiaoxi had seen Crab Daoist near Han Li a few times before, they paid him no mind, simply assuming he was one of Han Li’s attendants.

Since the grand formation took shape, intelligence regarding the war between the allied army and the demons at the front lines arrived daily. Han Li and the others, though stationed at the formation core, were able to stay updated on the situation. According to the incoming reports, the allied army and the demon forces engaged in seven brutal battles along the border. After both sides suffered losses approaching one-fifth of their strength, the allied army began a subtle retreat.

In this conflict, three Ancestor Demon true bodies appeared on the demon side, along with more than twenty Ancestor Demon avatars and hundreds of Demon Lords. In terms of high-level power, they firmly held the advantage over the allied army. Furthermore, the allied army had already employed numerous deceptive tactics beforehand, so their withdrawal did not arouse suspicion from the demon side. Upon seeing the allied army seemingly show signs of defeat, the demons aggressively pressed forward. The allied army did not appear to collapse completely but continued to fight and retreat, constantly organizing forces to engage the pursuing demon army in daily skirmishes, both large and small. Unbeknownst to the demons, the battlefield was slowly drawing closer to the Wood Realm Grand Formation.

As time passed, the frequency of intelligence reports increased from once a day to twice, then three times a day. The demon army was gradually approaching the ultimate formation, painstakingly set up by the entire Wood Race.

Within a giant peak covered by the Wood Realm Grand Formation, the temporary Grand Elder of the Wood Race stood upright on a hastily constructed large platform. Not far in front of him was a magic formation only about four or five zhang wide. Around it, eight elderly Wood Race members, their faces deeply wrinkled, sat cross-legged. With their eyes closed, each held a white wooden plate in one hand, while their other hand rapidly pointed at the plate. From these wooden plates, beams of white light occasionally shot out, converging above the magic formation to form a sizable light screen. The temporary Grand Elder of the Wood Race stared intently at everything displayed on the light screen.

On the light screen, countless dense light points were scattered. Most of these points were divided into two colors, green and purple, sometimes intertwining, sometimes rapidly separating, changing unpredictably as if engaged in military maneuvers. Regardless of the changes, both types of light points slowly retreated in the same direction, eventually entering a large pattern, then simultaneously flashing before vanishing into thin air.

At this point, the eight Wood Race elders opened their eyes, and as the light from their wooden plates receded, the light screen immediately dissipated inch by inch. "Excellent, this calculation result is still very smooth. You've worked hard, masters," the temporary Grand Elder of the Wood Race said with a smile, speaking very courteously to the eight elders.

"It's nothing. This battle concerns the life and death of our Wood Race. As members of the clan, we Eight Wood Spirits should naturally exert our utmost strength. However, the current result is merely a deduction based on present conditions. If subsequent conditions or the demon army's movements change, the result will immediately differ," one of the Wood Race elders replied with a slight cough.

"I am well aware of this. Therefore, the next few days are extremely critical, and I must trouble you eight elders to perform a calculation daily to prevent the direction of the war from exceeding our control," the temporary Grand Elder said with a solemn expression, cupping his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Although the eight of us possess some talent in prognostication and can usually predict some events, this war involves countless powerful beings, and there are far too many other factors beyond our ability to calculate. We can only do our best, and the results can merely serve as a reference for the Elder Council," the elder who spoke added, shaking his head.

"I understand that point, but with the assistance of you eight Daoists, I can at least feel somewhat more at ease," the temporary Grand Elder replied with a bitter smile. While it was impossible to directly predict the outcome of a battle involving millions of individuals using divination, it was entirely feasible to deduce the battle's trajectory and make accurate judgments in advance with the aid of some predictive calculations. These eight Wood Race elders were the most renowned prognosticators in the Wood Race, directly honored by the Elder Council as the "Eight Wood Spirits," having contributed countless merits to the Wood Race. Due to their excessive prognostication in the past, their lifespans had been significantly consumed, which was why they appeared so ancient.

Consequently, the Wood Race had kept these eight individuals hidden during previous encounters with the demons, not daring to use them lightly. However, this cautious approach led to the former Grand Elder of the Wood Race inadvertently falling into a demon trap, suffering severe injuries and losing more than half of the clan's territory. Therefore, in this crucial battle for the Wood Race's survival, the Wood Race Elder Council disregarded all other considerations and brought the Eight Wood Spirits out once more to calculate the battlefield situation and prevent any further mishaps.

Soon after the Eight Wood Spirits took their leave from the high platform, several other Wood Race elders swarmed around the temporary Grand Elder, their expressions solemn, and began discussing important matters.

At the same time, high above the former border between the Wood Race and demon-occupied territories, Mo Jianli transformed into a silvery phantom. Around his body, a large thundercloud, about an acre in size, surged and rolled. Countless silver electric arcs shot out from the cloud, turning into electric arrows that fiercely rained down on his opponent. In an instant, the sky was filled with thunderous roars and dazzling flashes of lightning. About a dozen miles away, a pitch-black giant sword, hundreds of zhang long, was firmly embedded in a mountain peak. On the hilt of the giant sword stood a gaunt demon male clad in a dark green cloak, both hands raised, releasing streams of icy sword qi. Each stream was several tens of zhang long, crisscrossing the surrounding void and sweeping away all incoming silver electric arrows.

Above a giant lake, two phantom giant wolves, like small mountains, were entangled in a furious struggle. One was entirely silver-white, three hundred zhang long, with four paws that generated wind and threads of white light spewing from its mouth. The other was pitch-black, with fiery eyes and clumps of malevolent energy exhaling from its mouth. When one of the giant wolves clawed out, a loud tearing sound erupted, and several long white marks appeared in the void, as if it had been directly ripped open. With another bite, an explosive roar immediately echoed, and powerful air currents surged forth, spontaneously generating white hurricanes. The close-quarters combat between the two phantom giant wolves was clearly exceptionally brutal, but regardless of how severe the damage their colossal bodies sustained from the opponent, a flash of light on their surface instantly restored them to their original state. The scale of this violent struggle was so vast that it almost leveled all mountains and dense forests within a hundred-mile radius.

Inside the belly of a nearby small mountain, Old Ancestor Ao Xiao sat cross-legged in a temporary magic formation, forming hand seals, his eyes closed, his body emanating a faint silver light. Ten thousand miles away, deep beneath a swamp, Yuan Sha also sat motionless in a newly opened secret chamber. The surroundings were pitch black, with only purple-black demon patterns flickering faintly on her body. In a mysterious space, two giant-like beings stood several miles apart, facing each other. One was ten zhang tall, with exceptionally red skin, a pair of pitch-black curved horns on his head, a pair of red fleshy wings on his back, and light golden pupils. He stood with arms crossed, staring coldly at his opponent. Across from him was a barbarian-like giant with pitch-black skin, covered in gold and silver demon marks, his upper body bare, wearing nothing but a leather skirt around his waist. This savage giant held his fists clenched, glaring at his opponent with huge, ox-like eyes. Although both remained motionless in the void, they exuded astonishing auras. In the void between them, two blood-red, wolf-ape-like monsters were locked in combat with three golden giant tigers. On one side, blood energy surged, their forms changing erratically like ghosts within the demonic aura. On the other, earth-shattering roars echoed, and golden claw strikes rained down like a storm. For a time, no victor could be determined.

Evidently, just as the allied army had planned, the three true bodies of the Ancestor Demons who had appeared were forcibly held back by Mo Jianli and the other two Mahayana experts. Being wary of each other, none could split off to assist their respective armies. Meanwhile, tens of millions of demons were being gradually drawn towards the Wood Realm Grand Formation by the allied army. Once the demon army, lacking its Ancestor Demon true bodies, fell into the restrictive spell, the super formation's full power would be unleashed, leading to catastrophic casualties for the demon side. Everything seemed to be developing in the allied army's favor.

However, almost simultaneously, a demon contingent consisting of over a thousand demon flying chariots was swiftly and stealthily flying towards the allied army's rear along the edge of the battlefield. These flying chariots were all triangular and entirely grayish-white, with eerie, cloud-like demon patterns inscribed on their surfaces. The nearly ten thousand demons on board were uniformly masked and robed, their hands empty, with not a single piece of skin exposed, only their cold, blood-red eyes visible through their masks. Even more eerily, such a large number of demons stood motionless in their chariots, silently, with the entire contingent making no sound whatsoever, advancing like ghosts.