At this time, the headquarters of the Wu Race was located in a vast city named Pangu City. Nestled within the Buzhou Mountains, the city spanned tens of thousands of kilometers.
Countless Wu Race warriors resided within its borders. Each of them radiated a terrifying Blood Qi that soared into the heavens, and every warrior had tamed fearsome wild beasts. The aura surrounding Pangu City was no less majestic than that of the Monster Heaven Court.
Within the grand council hall of Pangu City, the Twelve Ancestor Wu and many other powerful figures of the Wu Race had assembled. News had reached them that the great warrior Hou Yi had slain ten daughters of the Heavenly Emperor.
"The Monster Race just sent a Demon God to demand we hand over Hou Yi, the murderer of the Golden Crow Princesses, and execute the nine clans of Hou Yi. What do you all think of this?"
Ancestor Wu Di Jiang spoke calmly. As the Ancestor Wu who governed the law of Space, his voice reverberated through the hall, distorting the void and creating ripples in space.
"Nonsense!"
Ancestor Wu Zhurong shouted in fury. "What is the Monster Race to us? They've oppressed us before and even killed the great Kuafu. How can we simply accept this?"
Flames gushed from his body, emerging from every pore. He seemed to be the embodiment of fire itself—his very blood was molten.
He was the Ancestor Wu who mastered the law of Flame.
"Exactly! This entire conflict was started by the Monster Race,"
Ancestor Wu Tianwu nodded in agreement. "If they hadn't provoked us, none of this would have happened. Hou Yi killed their prince to avenge Kuafu—that's justice!"
Terrifying air currents swirled around him. Wind blades clashed in the air, sparking like colliding swords. He was the Ancestor Wu who commanded the law of Wind.
"They dare to demand the death of one of our great warriors and even the extermination of nine clans? Do they truly see themselves as gods, high above us all?"
Ancestor Wu Zhuo Jiuyin sneered, his eyes sharp with disdain.
Master of Time, he was famed as the strongest of the Ancestor Wu. With the ability to manipulate and leap through time, only Di Jiang could match his might.
"But if we refuse the Monster Race, they may launch a full-scale assault. War will sweep across the Prehistoric World, and casualties will be unimaginable,"
Ancestor Wu Di Jiang warned gravely.
It would be a battle on par with the ancient wars between the five great clans—a struggle to determine the rightful rulers of heaven and earth.
"If they want war, we'll give them war. We won't be intimidated!"
Ancestor Wu Qiangliang stood up with a sneer. "We are the true heirs of Pangu—our heads touch the heavens, our feet press upon the earth. Why should we fear the union of their mongrel forces?"
Thunder crackled across his body, releasing waves of purple lightning that carried destructive force. He wielded the primordial law of Thunder.
"Indeed, the Wu Race fears no one, be it in heaven or on earth. Even if the Monster Race had reason, we would never allow them to slaughter our clans. Every life of the Wu Race is too precious to be sacrificed."
"Big Brother, if the Monster Race wants war, then let them come. It's time to determine who truly deserves to be the protagonist of the Prehistoric World!"
The Twelve Ancestor Wu were filled with pride and rage. Their killing intent surged, and their fighting spirit soared. They would never cower before the Monster Race.
"Then it's decided—we will battle our sister race to the end!"
Flames of war burned in Di Jiang's eyes. He had already reached the Perfect Quasi-Saint Realm, just a step away from Sainthood. Yet that final step was as vast as the heavens, and only the elusive Hongmeng Purple Qi could bridge it.
To obtain it, one had to become the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth, letting the world favor one's race, and naturally granting them the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
With it, the Twelve Ancestor Wu could ascend to Sainthood, and a group of twelve Saints would be powerful enough to oppose even Chaos Demon Gods.
"Yes, Elder Brother!"
All the Ancestor Wu roared in unison. Their Blood Qi surged, shaking the heavens. The drums of war echoed throughout Pangu City. The battle horn had been sounded.
Word of the Wu Race's decision soon spread across the Prehistoric World, reaching even the ears of the Demon Gods sent by the Monster Race.
"So they've chosen war. As expected of the Wu Race, retreat is never in their nature."
"And we will not retreat either. Let the strongest race rise and claim the throne of the Prehistoric World."
"Return and report to the Heavenly Emperor—the Wu Race is ready for battle."
The Demon Gods said nothing more. With grim expressions, they looked down upon the warriors of the Wu Race, then flew off toward the Monster Heaven Court.
They knew this was a war that words could no longer avert.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Demon Gods disappeared into the skies, their departure signaling the inevitable clash between the two great races.
And thus, the drums of war thundered across the Prehistoric World.