Tang Xiaojie stepped onto the land, which was clearly a battlefield that had just been fought. And it was the aftermath of a major army battle. Countless corpses of soldiers lay scattered around, blood pooling in depressions on the ground, forming pools of blood. Dead bodies and weapons were everywhere, along with severed limbs and smoldering fires. The pervasive bloodiness made Tang Xiaojie, who had lived in a civilized world for over twenty years, feel nauseous. Facing such a gruesome scene, even Yue Nannan was stunned. Pillar tried hard to control his emotions, attempting to reassure Xiaojie and Nannan with his usual calm demeanor, but he couldn't hold back and ended up vomiting first. In a critical moment, it was Master Wang who demonstrated the composure of a true swordsman. He patted Pillar's back and said to everyone, "Looks like my master deliberately pushed forward our planned arrival time by a few years. Now, it should be the era when Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang battled Chi You. Perhaps this is what my master meant by showing us the truth and ensuring our safe return."

Pillar, while vomiting, managed to say, "I really don't understand what Master means! I explained clearly that we were here to retrieve the divine artifact, Extreme Heaven Blade. Yet he sent us to the start of the war. How are we supposed to get the artifact now? If we take it, how will Emperor Yan defeat Chi You?"

Yue Nannan, trying to calm herself, said, "Let's not dwell on this for now. There must be a reason for Master's actions. I trust Master Yuan Dun; he's the wisest sage I know. He wouldn't make a mistake."

Xiaojie, listening to their words, remained silent. He thought to himself: Since I'm already here, it's better to understand the current situation and my own predicament.

Master Wang, with a vigilant look around, gestured for everyone to be quiet and lowered his voice. "Let's keep our voices down. The battlefield is nearby, and though it's in the past, I can still hear the sounds of fighting."

Everyone listened carefully. Indeed, there were sounds of battle.

At this point, Pillar also recovered, not because he felt better, but because he had nothing left to vomit. It seemed like his stomach was empty.

Pillar, trying to focus, pointed with his hand, "There are shadows of torches moving over there."

Due to the darkness and the fact that the newcomers were still unfamiliar with the environment, they couldn't quite discern the directions. The best way to understand the current time would be to find someone and ask. Since they were all Chinese, even if there were differences in written language from ancient times, they could still understand each other when speaking. After exchanging glances, the group moved towards the direction of the battlefield.

After walking about a kilometer, they stopped at the edge of a forest. The battlefield was in the forest, and it seemed like the fighting parties weren't too numerous. The group cautiously approached the edge of the forest and looked inside. There were two groups, each with about a thousand men, fiercely battling each other. Both groups wore rough cloth clothes and straw sandals. The weapons in their hands were made of wrought iron and were crude but heavy. These people were all tall and muscular, with an average height of about two meters, making them seem somewhat similar to Westerners in physique, but even stronger on average. However, upon closer inspection, they were all yellow-skinned, clearly Chinese. It's no wonder that many unearthed artifacts and fossilized skeletons of ancient humans were so tall; it seems that the ancient Chinese weren't inferior to Europeans and Americans in physique. Perhaps it was us Chinese who degenerated over time.

Just as the two sides seemed evenly matched, the battlefield changed. From one side of the forest, a hidden ambush emerged. The number of reinforcements was much larger than the combined forces currently fighting. The leader of this reinforcement was particularly eye-catching: nearly five meters tall, clad in shiny black steel armor, with long curly hair on his back, and a single horn on his head, similar to a rhinoceros's. He held a giant sword in his hands. As this strange man led his troops into battle, the group currently fighting immediately turned and fled upon seeing him. In their panicked retreat, their expressions were filled with fear and terror. Amidst the fleeing crowd, calls to their comrades to run faster could be heard: "Run, Chi You is here!"

It turned out that this strange man was the legendary war god. And wherever the war god went, death followed, leaving no trace of life behind. This time, Xiaojie and the others witnessed it firsthand. As the fleeing soldiers turned around, Chi You plunged his war sword into the ground, stretched out both hands forward, palms facing downward. He recited a rapid incantation. In just over two seconds, the incantation was completed, and elemental gates opened up from the ground. Countless fire angels leaped out of the elemental gates and pounced on the fleeing soldiers. In a moment, the battlefield turned from a place of combat to a slaughterhouse. With demons joining the fray, how could mortals resist? Truly, wherever the war god went, there was no chance of survival! During this time, Xiaojie tried several times to intervene and stop the demons from slaughtering their own people or, rather, their ancestors, but was stopped by Master Wang. Master Wang was a very calm person; he could see that if Chi You could summon so many fire angels in just over two seconds, it seemed that his elemental power was not inferior to that of Master Yuan Dun. If Xiaojie intervened at this time, he would definitely not stand a chance. Moreover, this was history; how could someone from the future change it?

After a moment, the battlefield returned to its natural tranquility. A large group of fire angels came to Chi You's side and knelt down on one knee. One of the fire angel commanders said to Chi You, "Great God, our mission is complete."

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Chi You glanced at them and said, "You've done well. Take away the souls of these people. Use their soul power to help your king achieve liberation sooner. And convey my greetings to him!"

The fire angel commander looked up at Chi You and said, "Great God, thank you for your generosity. Our king asked me to remind you that the counterattack of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang is about to begin. They have obtained the Extreme Heaven Blade." After saying this, the fire angel commander revealed a faint, imperceptible smirk. Then he stood up and instructed the two fire angel commanders behind him to collect the souls of the deceased on the spot and prepare to leave.

Chiyu fell into contemplation.

Through this conversation, we can analyze that Chiyu should be an ally of the Fire Emperor Lukifu. It seems that even the devils from the four-dimensional space of hell are afraid of Chiyu, who is known as the God of War. It's unclear what will happen in the future, but it appears that there are many things that historical records cannot and will not document. Although these internal details have been submerged in the river of time, wise figures like Yuan Dun must be very clear about them. There must be some important events, and perhaps from here, clues can be found that will help in the future battle against Lukifu.

The demons of the Fire Emperor completed their task of capturing souls, and they opened several elemental gates to leave. Chiyu looked at the calm battlefield and let out a thunderous roar: "What is the Extreme Heaven Blade?! In the hands of the God of Punishment, it had the power to kill the Heavenly Emperor, and now in the hands of Yan and Huang, how much power can it unleash! Am I afraid of them? I will kill anyone who dares to oppose me. I will let all living beings in the world live under my rule. Hahaha."

After the resounding roar echoed through the heavens and earth, all the surviving warriors knelt at Chiyu's feet and bowed their heads, catering to the majesty of their king.

After the roar, Chiyu emitted billowing black smoke that enveloped him and all his followers. When the smoke dissipated, everyone had disappeared from the battlefield.

Master Wang saw this scene and was speechless with shock.

Yue Nannan said, "Amazing, to be able to transport hundreds of people at once using the Transfer Shield spell. His elemental power and technique have reached unprecedented heights!"

Zhu Zi added, "Not only that, his casting speed is astonishingly fast. I really doubt how Yan and Huang defeated him."

Tang Xiaojie looked at the three stunned people beside him and asked, "What should we do next? If we continue like this, we'll have no clues!"

At this moment, Master Wang snapped out of his shock and said, "It's unbelievable. Xiaojie, since you appeared, I've been constantly amazed. I thought you were the most abnormal creature I had ever seen, but seeing Chiyu, I realized that anything is possible in this world. His true strength displayed is probably not even matched by my master in a head-on confrontation."

Xiaojie looked at Master Wang indifferently and asked, "So what should we do now, and how?"

"Let's go back to the battlefield where we came from and see if there are any survivors. We can only continue once we find someone alive to clarify the situation," Master Wang said, soliciting opinions from everyone again.

Zhu Zi said, "There's no need to discuss it. Let's do as Master Wang says. Let's go see. There are definitely no survivors here; their souls have all been taken by the demons. The previous battlefield is our only hope." After speaking, Zhu Zi headed towards the direction they came from.

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. In their diligent search, they finally found a wounded but not fatally injured survivor. This person was very weak but not in mortal danger. With the simultaneous use of healing spells by Master Wang and Xiaojie, the survivor quickly regained mobility.

The behavior of this person after recovering surprised everyone once again. In the eyes of Xiaojie and others, people over four thousand years ago were supposed to be barbarians without much etiquette, not yet developed to the level of civilized manners. But the behavior of this person overturned all their conventional thinking. He was over two meters tall, with a strong and robust physique. His appearance was average but appeared very simple. There was a half-inch scar on his left cheek. The behavior of this person after recovering surprised everyone once again. In the eyes of Xiaojie and others, people over four thousand years ago were supposed to be barbarians without much etiquette, not yet developed to the level of civilized manners. But the behavior of this person overturned all their conventional thinking. He was over two meters tall, with a strong and robust physique. His appearance was average but appeared very simple. There was a half-inch scar on his left cheek. This person's behavior upon recovery, bowing on both knees in extreme gratitude towards Xiaojie and Master Wang, and asking for their names and tribe to repay them in the future, made everyone laugh. Yue Nannan looked at the actions of this big man and chuckled, saying to him, "Don't be so polite; get up quickly. We still have questions for you."

The big man, as honest as he looked, blushed when he saw Yue Nannan, a beauty, smiling at him. He seemed a bit at a loss. In fact, this big man was also very curious about Xiaojie and the others. Except for Zhu Zi, everyone else was too short, looking like they hadn't grown up yet. But they displayed extraordinary abilities, and their attire was also strange.

Master Wang noticed the big man's confusion and smiled at him, saying, "You don't need to be puzzled. We are not from your place. We are outsiders who came here for some business. What's your name? Which tribe are you from? Why did the war break out here?"

The big man said, "My name is Zhuanggen, a warrior of the Great Mound Tribe. Our leader is Yan. Because of the constant harassment by the demon Chiyu, the Great Mound Tribe led by Yan and the Merchant Mound Tribe led by Huang have engaged in a fierce struggle with Chiyu's army. Yesterday evening, the two sides deployed several times as many warriors, and the battle lasted until close to midnight. As a result, the army of Yan and Huang failed to win. All my brothers are dead." Zhuanggen's voice trembled with pain as tears streamed down his face. The uncontrollable emotional turmoil made Zhuanggen, this big man of over two meters, convulse all over.

Master Wang sighed deeply in his heart, thinking: Facing such enemies, just being able to fight them already shows tremendous courage. It's only natural not to win!

Zhu Zi walked up to Zhuanggen, patted his shoulder