Rebuilding Terra

When Kuafu's tall and majestic body collapsed like a collapsed giant tower, the entire prehistoric world seemed to be shrouded in a thick atmosphere of grief and anger at that moment. The sad atmosphere was like invisible smoke, slowly spreading between heaven and earth, immersing every corner in sorrow and anger.

However, it was unexpected that the demon race seemed to be deeply blinded by an almost blind self-confidence and uncontrollable greed. After Kuafu fell, they absurdly thought that they had tasted the sweetness of it, and the arrogant idea spread rapidly in their hearts like wild weeds. They seemed to be dazzled by an illusory sense of victory, completely disregarding the feelings of other races and the balance of the entire world.

Then, the mysterious and extremely powerful leader of the demon clan once again issued a shocking order in his luxurious and majestic palace. His majestic voice echoed in every corner of the palace, and then the order quickly spread throughout the demon clan like a gust of wind. Then, under this order, the ten golden crows, like ten extremely hot fireballs, rushed into the vast sky with blazing flames and endless light that seemed to be able to penetrate everything. The ten golden crows were like ten angry little suns, each emitting suffocating heat. The flames on their bodies were jumping, as if they were showing their powerful strength to the whole world. The blazing light was like countless extremely sharp swords, ruthlessly piercing the earth below, leaving a scorched mark wherever it went.

On the earth, with the appearance of the Golden Crow, the temperature began to rise sharply at an alarming rate. The entire earth seemed to have turned into a huge furnace, emitting unbearable heat. Under the scorching heat, the water in the river evaporated quickly. The originally rushing river gradually dried up, and the riverbed was exposed, leaving only cracked stones and baked white mud. The lake was not spared either. The lake that was once sparkling and full of vitality is now only a dry pit, as if silently accusing this endless disaster. The earth began to dry up and cracked into bottomless cracks. The cracks were like hideous big mouths, as if they were shouting desperately to the sky, accusing this unbearable suffering. Flowers, plants and trees quickly lost their vitality under the scorching heat. The forest that was originally lush and full of vitality turned yellow in a very short time. The leaves fell like snowflakes, as if sighing helplessly for this tragic fate. The branches also became dry and easy to break, as if they would turn into powder with the slightest touch.

The Wu Clan, a powerful race full of wild power, as if they came from ancient times, witnessed all these tragic scenes, and the anger in their hearts was like a volcano about to erupt, constantly accumulating strength in their hearts. Their powerful bodies trembled slightly because of anger, and their eyes flashed with burning anger. Among the Wu Clan, there was a warrior named Yi. Yi was tall and agile, and every move he made was full of the beauty of power, as if it was the perfect combination of strength and agility. His arms were strong and powerful, and his muscles were like hard rocks, as if he could really carry the weight of the whole world. His eyes were firm and sharp, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, and the firmness and determination revealed in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all the darkness.

Yi had a unique talent and an inseparable love for archery since he was a child. Since he was a naive child, he was attracted by the mysterious bow and arrow. In countless days and nights, he was immersed in the study of archery. Whether it was the scorching sun during the day or the cold wind at night, he practiced hard. He constantly adjusted his posture, honed his skills, and thought about the strength and angle of each arrow shot. Finally, after countless attempts and failures, he practiced his archery to a superb level. When he saw the creatures on the earth struggling painfully under the ruthless scorching of the Golden Crow, and saw that his once beautiful and vibrant home had become riddled with holes, the anger in his heart burned like a ignited gunpowder barrel. The anger contained anger towards the Golden Crow, dissatisfaction with the demon clan, and deep concern for his home and the creatures.

Yi silently took out his beloved bow. The bow exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, as if it was not an ordinary weapon, but had its own soul and power. The bow was engraved with ancient and mysterious runes, which seemed to tell stories that were sealed by the years, and seemed to contain endless power. Just a slight touch would release the power to destroy the world. He put on an extremely sharp arrow, which flashed a chilling light in the sun, as if it also felt the upcoming battle and was eager to show its strength.

Yi stood on the top of a mountain that towered into the clouds. His figure stood firm in the strong wind, like an unshakable mountain. His eyes were fixed on the golden crow in the sky, full of determination and resoluteness. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb the power of the whole world into his body. Then, he slowly pulled the bow. As he moved, an extremely powerful force began to gather on the bow. The power seemed to come from between heaven and earth, as if the power of the whole world was gathered on this bow at this moment. The air around him began to tremble slightly, as if it was also shocked by the power that was about to explode.

Whoosh! The first arrow shot into the sky like lightning. With endless power and anger, the arrow rushed towards the target at an unimaginable speed. It drew a beautiful and deadly arc in the air and instantly pierced through the body of a Golden Crow. The Golden Crow let out an extremely shrill scream, which seemed to be a fear and unwillingness to die. Then, it fell straight down from the sky, and the flames on its body splashed in the air, like a gorgeous and tragic rain of fireworks.

The other Golden Crows panicked when they saw this. Their original arrogance disappeared in an instant, replaced by endless fear. They began to flee in all directions, trying to avoid Yi's deadly arrows. But Yi did not give them a chance. He shot arrows one after another, and each arrow hit the target with incredible accuracy. His movements were smooth and flowing, as if he was performing a gorgeous dance, and each arrow was a wonderful moment in his dance.

In the sky, golden crows kept falling. The flames on their bodies splashed like fireworks, lighting up the entire sky. The scene was both gorgeous and tragic, as if it was a grand performance between heaven and earth. The people of the Wu clan cheered on the land, and they were proud of Yi's heroic behavior. Their cheers were like surging waves, echoing on the land, as if announcing the power and determination of the Wu clan to the whole world.

Finally, under Yi's amazing archery skills, all nine Golden Crows were shot down one by one. Only the last Golden Crow was left. It was seriously injured, with fear and despair in its eyes. It flapped its wings desperately, trying to escape from this terrible place, and finally fled to the territory of the demon clan in fear.

After the demon tribe learned that the nine golden crows had been shot down, the entire demon tribe seemed to have been dropped with a heavy bomb, and immediately fell into a rage. The demon leader's eyes were burning with angry flames, and that flame seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes. He felt that his dignity had been greatly challenged, as if the honor of the entire demon tribe had been trampled underfoot. His majestic face became distorted because of anger, and he let out an angry roar. Then, the demon army began to gather quickly. They were dressed in gorgeous and powerful armor, holding various powerful weapons, ready to launch a crazy revenge on the witch tribe. The flames of revenge flashed in their eyes, as if they wanted to completely destroy the witch tribe...