Marching to War against the Witches

The tragic death of Little Golden Crow had driven Di Jun and Tai Yi nearly mad!

The demon Demon Gods and Demon Saints of the Demon Clan Heavenly Court mobilized one after another, leading their Demon Soldiers out on clouds and mist, and immediately launched a fierce attack on the territory of the Witch Clan.

The Heavenly Court was filled with a chilling and murderous atmosphere.

Di Jun sat in the Heavenly Palace, his eyes bloodshot.

A water mirror stood before him, displaying the battles between Demon Soldiers and Witch Soldiers across the Primordial World!

Most of the time, the Demon Soldiers were at a disadvantage.

Bai Ze looked worried and said...

"Your Majesty, the physical bodies of the Witch Clan are truly powerful; our Demon Race warriors will need to expend far more effort to counter them."

Di Jun gritted his teeth. The pain of losing his son almost made him lose his mind. If it weren't for the ten Demon Saints risking their lives to persuade him, he wouldn't still be sitting in this Heavenly Palace.

He naturally understood what Bai Ze was talking about.

The strength of the Witch Clan is indeed not weak. The Demon Race needs a better way to break through the Witch Clan's physical body!

Longevity Mountain, inside Wuzhuang Temple.

The bloodthirsty aura caused by the battle between the Witch-Demon and demon races lingered outside Wuzhuang Temple.

Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi felt pity as they looked at the devastation on the Primordial World.

"The Demon Race has truly gone mad, completely disregarding the other races."

With a look of reluctance on his face, Hong Yun realized that many creatures had already entered Longevity Mountain with his tacit approval to escape the disasters of the outside world.

Zhen Yuanzi's expression remained calm, but a thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes.

"Only one son of the Heavenly Emperor remains; the other nine all perished at the hands of the Witch Clan. This outcome is quite normal."

However, this behavior involving other races did make the two of them feel uncomfortable.

Hong Yun looked up at the sky and murmured to herself.

"I have a feeling that this will all come to an end soon."

Zhen Yuanzi sighed softly.

I hope so.

The once vibrant Primordial World, which had been revived by the war between the Witch-Demon and demon races, is now desolate and bleak.

The earth was shrouded in endless black miasma, the river surged and eroded its banks, and all beasts roamed aimlessly.

This demonstrates just how intense the bloodshed between the Witch-Demon and Demon races was!

If they continue like this, the world will become a completely different place.

Beneath Buzhou Mountain Witch Clan Territory.

This was a brief respite during the battle.

Xing Tian and Hou Yi sat together, talking about the Demon Race.

"Those hairy beasts are getting crazier and crazier lately."

Xing Tian wiped the axe blade and said in a low voice.

Hou Yi nodded, picked up the elixir, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Because most of the Little Golden Crows died at his hands, he also received considerable care from the Demon Race on the battlefield!

After several matches, his body was covered with new injuries on top of old ones.

However, these wounds, which looked quite serious, were, in Hou Yi's eyes, his glory.

Those who dared to attack him all died by his arrows!

"So what if we're crazy? We, the Witch Clan, have never been afraid of anyone!"

"Haha, well said! It's just a mere feathered beast, how could my Witch Clan fear it!"

A loud laugh came from behind Hou Yi, and an extremely powerful aura of fire enveloped the area.

"Greetings, Ancestral Witch Zhurong!"

Xing Tian and Hou Yi spoke in unison.

Zhurong waved her hand and said with a smile.

"Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense. Wouldn't it be better to use that energy to kill a few more demons on the battlefield?"

Xing Tian and Hou Yi nodded, and before they could even react, Zhurong's figure vanished before their eyes.

If you listen closely, you can even hear him muttering.

"Don't rush me, brother, I'm coming!"

Inside the Zixiao Palace, the Witch Clan was not as frenzied as the Demon Race; they were only launching a counterattack because the Demon Race Clan had provoked them.

This was a major headache for the saints.

After all, the Demon Race was so arrogant, yet the Ancestral Witches were still able to handle things calmly, which was truly unexpected.

"It seems that the only way forward is to attack the Demon Clan Heavenly Court."

Laozi pondered for a moment, then said...

His brows were originally furrowed.

"The Demon Race is certainly not inferior, but given the current situation, how could the Witch Clan easily back down?"

So far, neither the Eleven Ancestral Witches nor Di Jun and Tai Yi have made a move.

Simply inciting the Demon Race is not enough.

"Second brother, have you forgotten the decision we made earlier?"

Laozi smiled and said.

"It's time for the Human Race to enter the fray."

After Laozi finished speaking, he left Zixiao Palace and headed towards the Demon Clan Heavenly Court.

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor were in the Heavenly Court's main hall, discussing how to defeat the Witch Clan.

At that moment, a rainbow of light, seemingly capable of tearing the heavens apart, entered the Heavenly Court directly.

"Who?" Di Jun and Eastern Emperor stood up one after another.

When they saw Laozi wearing a Daoist robe, they became puzzled.

"The Taiqing Saint?"

"My two junior brothers, do not be confused. I have observed that the Eleven Ancestral Witches seems to be imitating Houtu in accomplishing Houtu task, and I have come to inform you of this."

Laozi Tzu spoke calmly.

Di Jun frowned and said.

"What the Empress Houtu accomplished was merely a matter of chance and cannot be replicated."

"How could the other Eleven Ancestral Witches easily imitate them?"

Di Jun's words were not mere conjecture.

The purpose of Houtu establishing Reincarnation is actually to make up for the deficiencies in the world, and it is not something that can be imitated at will.

Laozi smiled lightly and replied.

"How can you be so sure that the Eleven Ancestral Witches cannot be imitated? They are all members of the Witch Clan, sharing the same bloodline."

Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged a glance and fell silent, deep in thought.

The words of the Taiqing Saint did indeed stir the emotions of the two of them.

Moreover, the words of Sage are always purposeful.

If those Eleven Ancestral Witches truly succeed in imitating Houtu's path, would the Demon Race still have any room to survive?

Just as the two were pondering, Lao Laozi spoke again.

"The Witch Clan has never shown any mercy to the Demon Race."

"My two junior brothers should think this through carefully."

Just as Laozi said, the Witch Clan would never show mercy to the Demon Race if given the chance!

Di Jun clenched his fists, his eyes already bloodshot.

He still remembered his nine children who had died tragically!

Having barely entered this Primordial World, he was already victimized by the Witch Clan!

He gave a cold laugh and spoke.

"I once asked my teacher, 'How can I achieve the highest level?'"

Both Di Jun and Taiyi still remember the answer given by Dao Ancestor Hongjun back then.

Unify this Primordial World!

"Back then, I harbored a delusion—a delusion to unify this Primordial World!"

Di Jun's eyes were tightly closed, and his face showed helplessness.

Why did I cast that delusion to the back of my mind?

Since his repeated defeats at the hands of the Witch Clan, all the delusions in his heart seemed to have been dispelled, and the Demon Race also seemed to be showing a tendency to avoid the Witch Clan.

If his own child hadn't died tragically, he wouldn't have ordered his Demon Race subordinates to launch a frenzied attack on the Witch Clan!

"Now I understand."

"It's either you or me, between this Witch Clan!"

Di Jun rekindled his former ambitions, and this time, he would personally lead the Demon Race army to fight the Witch Clan to the death!