Chang Ruo and two others, along with a panda, unleashed their full might and pressed towards the combined forces of the Corpse-Witch tribe.
The first to feel their oppressive aura was not the strongest, Mo Ruo, but rather their troublesome child, Di Zun Bu Sha.
As Chang Ruo and his companions unleashed their full pressure, he, with instincts sharper than any beast, sensed their movements.
"Holy crap, the direct line! Brothers, scatter!"
Mo Nai, who was giving orders, was startled by his foolish younger brother's shout.
But Mo Nai quickly realized that while his brother might not have a sharp mind, his strength was formidable.
"Second Brother, what are you panicking about? It's people from Da Shang, isn't it? You three prepare to meet them with me."
"Meet them with what? Hurry up and lead your men to escape. The ones coming this time are serious players. You'll chip your teeth if you bite too hard."
Di Zun Bu Sha grumbled softly.
Seeing Di Zun Bu Sha's demeanor, Mo Nai understood that the newcomers were indeed no ordinary individuals, likely the old powerhouses from Da Shang.
He then addressed the generals of the elder generation: "Generals, prepare your troops and be vigilant against any sneak attacks from Da Shang's powerhouses."
After speaking, he ascended into the air with Di Zun Bu Sha and two other Corpse-Witch tribe Emperors, standing ready.
Chang Ruo and his group spotted Mo Nai and the other four from afar and chuckled, "Holy crap, isn't that Mo Pao Pao and Bu Sha? What are these two clowns doing out here?"
Mo Nai and Mo Bu Sha were Emperor-level powerhouses who gained fame in ancient times and shone brightly in the last Ten Thousand Races War.
The elder brother, Mo Nai, was a peak Corpse-Witch Emperor. His mastery of necromancy and self-taught spatial magic was unparalleled. Coupled with the Corpse-Witch tribe's inherent physical prowess, which surpassed that of skeletal figures like necromancers, Mo Nai's close-combat abilities were also formidable.
The second brother, Mo Bu Sha, possessed almost no magical abilities but had incredible defense. In ancient times, he could withstand the brute force attacks of the Xuanwu tribe with his physical strength alone.
This brotherly combination was a source of headaches for many Emperor-level powerhouses in ancient times. One was too difficult to defeat, and the other was too fast to catch.
Di Zun Bu Sha's eyes first landed on Tie Lao San. After all, Tie Lao San's enormous physique was far more robust than Di Zun Bu Sha's.
In Di Zun Bu Sha's understanding, whoever had a better physique was more powerful. The black and white bear's tusks were several times longer than his own; it must be incredibly strong, so they shouldn't fight this battle.
Mo Nai squinted at Chang Ruo and Cao Yu, knowing that these two had killed Great Emperors in ancient times. He couldn't help but gasp.
Before Mo Nai could speak, Di Zun Bu Sha behind him made a huge leap and landed on Mo Nai's back.
"Holy crap, big brother, they're too tough! Let's get out of here."
He then, like a large bear riding a rabbit, controlled Mo Nai and attempted to tear open the void to escape.
Chang Ruo and his group stared dumbfounded at the scene: "What the hell is going on? That idiot is so big, yet he still needs his older brother to carry him? There must be a trick."
After speaking, they exchanged glances and stopped advancing, adopting a defensive posture.
Mo Nai, acting on instinct, waved his hand to tear open the void, preparing to flee.
But when he turned around, he saw Chang Ruo and his group standing ready. He thought to himself: "Damn, these guys seem to be guarding against us. Could it be that they have yet to fully awaken and were forcibly roused?"
Mo Nai's eyes darted, and he then threw Di Zun Bu Sha off his back.
"Second Brother, you t—"
Cao Yu's son was Emperor Zi Ming of Da Shang, the instigator of the massacre of the seventy-two water tribes. In terms of physical strength alone, Emperor Zi Ming could rival the giants of the Kuafu tribe.
Di Zun Bu Sha's mind conjured an image of a small, frail old man happily calling out "son" to a 10-meter-tall, burly man.
Then, Mo Bu Sha looked at Cao Yu and said blankly, "Your son, is he really yours?"