Rebuilding Terra

The demon race is like a powerful force shrouded in fog, full of endless mystery and unfathomable plots. They are like a group of strategists hiding in the dark, who have been carefully planning various strategies and layouts in the endless river of time. Each plan is like a carefully woven mysterious spider web, trying to capture their opportunities and advantages in this vast primitive world.

On a day that seemed to be as peaceful and ordinary as usual, but beneath that peaceful appearance was hidden endless mysteries, the demon tribe made a shocking move. They resolutely sent out the Little Golden Crows, a group of mysterious beings that were as dazzling as bright stars. The Little Golden Crows exuded a light as hot as lava, and each Little Golden Crow seemed to be a burning little sun, with a light that was so dazzling and hot that it was difficult to look directly at.

Their feathers seemed to be woven with golden flames. When they gently flapped their wings in the sky, they would sprinkle golden feathers of light, like a gorgeous rain of light. Their eyes were like two burning gems, flashing with a smart and playful light, as if they were still a little ignorant and curious about the powerful power they possessed. The little golden crows soared freely in the sky, as if they were a group of unrestrained elves. The fiery light emanating from them was like a blazing flame, containing a powerful and heart-pounding power. The light seemed to have a magical power that could penetrate everything in the world. Wherever it went, it was shrouded in that heat and brightness.

However, the appearance of the Little Golden Crows was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, triggering a series of unexpected chain reactions. The reactions were like ripples that spread out in all directions, impacting the entire prehistoric world.

The Wu Clan is also a powerful force that cannot be underestimated in this vast land. They are full of wild power, as if they were wild warriors from ancient times. Among the Wu Clan, there is a Wu Clan warrior named Kuafu. Kuafu's tall and burly body is like a towering, unshakable majestic mountain. Every time he takes a step, the earth will tremble slightly, as if it is bearing an irresistible force. His bronze skin, like a tough armor that has been baptized by time and war, exudes an indestructible sense of power, and gleams with a metallic luster under the sunlight.

His eyes shone with a resolute and fearless light, like the bright stars in the night sky, which contained endless courage and determination, as if no difficulty could stop him from moving forward. His face had clear contours, as if it had been carefully carved by the knife of time, and every line showed his perseverance and tenacity. His long hair fluttered in the wind, like a fluttering battle flag, proclaiming his unyielding and heroic spirit.

When Kuafu's eyes saw the little golden crows flying freely in the sky, the blazing light that seemed to melt everything mercilessly burned the earth. The territory of the Wu clan was not spared and began to suffer the impact of the blazing light. In Kuafu's heart, a strong sense of responsibility and burning anger surged up instantly. In his view, the unscrupulous behavior of these little golden crows was like a sharp blade, which deeply threatened the survival and peace of the Wu clan. That was their homeland where they had lived for generations, and they would never allow it to be destroyed so wantonly.

So, Kuafu did not hesitate at all, like a flash of lightning, he took his huge and powerful steps without hesitation. His footsteps stomped heavily on the ground, and every step he took made a dull roar like thunder. The sound seemed to carry endless power, as if the entire prehistoric continent could truly feel his firm determination.

Kuafu ran at an astonishing speed, like a violent gust of wind sweeping past. His figure shuttled back and forth between mountains and rivers like a ghost, and every step he took seemed to cross a long distance in time and space. As he chased at lightning speed, the surrounding scenery was like a fast-playing picture scroll, rapidly retreating, as if time was shocked and amazed by his amazing speed.

The little golden crows seemed to have sensed Kuafu's pursuit, and they began to speed up rapidly, leaving dazzling tracks in the sky. The light they emitted became hotter and hotter, like flames burning more fiercely, as if they were demonstrating to Kuafu, showing how powerful and inviolable they were.

However, Kuafu had no intention of retreating. He clenched his teeth tightly, and his hard teeth seemed to be broken. He continued to chase with all his strength. He had only one unshakable thought in his mind, which was to make the little golden crows stop threatening the Wu clan's territory and protect his homeland and people.

However, the pursuit was so long and arduous. Kuafu was under the scorching sun, and sweat flowed down his forehead, cheeks, and body like a waterfall, gathering into puddles on the ground. But he did not stop for even a moment, as if he was tireless. He crossed the dense forest that looked like a green ocean, and the trees in the forest passed by him like lightning, and the rustling sound of the leaves seemed to cheer him on. He crossed the river that rushed like an angry dragon, and the river water splashed high at his feet, and the water seemed to shout for him, cheering for his courage and persistence.

As time passed slowly like a silent stream, Kuafu's physical strength was gradually exhausted during this long pursuit. But he still insisted on his iron-like will and refused to give up. His steps began to become a little heavy, and each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, but his eyes were still as firm as at the beginning, without the slightest wavering.

Finally, after what seemed like an endless pursuit, Kuafu exhausted the last bit of strength in his body. His tall and majestic body fell down like a fallen tower, falling on the land he had fought and struggled for. His eyes slowly closed, and there seemed to be a trace of reluctance and deep regret in his tightly closed eyes. He seemed to regret that he had not completed his mission and failed to protect his homeland and people.

The fall of Kuafu was like a bombshell dropped into the Wu Clan, causing a great uproar in the Wu Clan. The Wu Clan members were all furious, and their eyes burning with anger were fixed on the Little Golden Crow in the sky. In their hearts, they all believed that the Little Golden Crow of the Demon Clan was the culprit for Kuafu's death. The Wu Clan's discontent spread rapidly like a surging tide, filling the entire Wu Clan's territory.

The leaders of the Wu tribe quickly gathered together, their serious and solemn faces were filled with anger and determination. They clenched their fists, their eyes were firm and sharp. After careful consideration, they made a resolute decision, that is, they must seek justice for Kuafu, let the demon tribe pay a heavy price for their wanton behavior, and let them know that the Wu tribe is not something that can be violated at will.