The Great Battle Ends
The heavens and earth are shaking!
Heaven and earth are about to shatter!
All living things were screaming madly and scattering in all directions!
The giant's figure was so thin that it seemed a gust of wind could blow him away.
But he persisted, swinging his giant axe!
This was the last strike he could deliver; all his power was concentrated on the axe blade as he cleaved fiercely towards the starlight!
The Zhou Tian Stars Great Array wasn't much better.
The pervasive blood mist stained the summoned celestial stars crimson, and the scarlet starlight shone upon the earth!
Above the sky, Di Jun held the River Diagram and Luo Book and Taiyi held the Chaos Bell. The two were not only the core of the Zhou Tian Stars Great Array, but also bore the brunt of the greatest attack from Pangu!
In the past, they would have been more mindful of using the Zhoutian Power of the Stars for protection.
Now that things have come to this, all the power has been used to kill that giant!
"Taiyi, this is our last chance."
Di Jun's expression was no longer crazed; his eyes were clear, and his expression was indifferent.
He could clearly sense that the 365 Star Officials and 14,800 Heavenly Soldiers and Generals within the Grand Formation were already like candles flickering in the wind.
Taiyi smiled, nodded, and said.
"Brother, the victor lives, the loser dies!"
The Zhoutian Power of the Stars circulated once more, carrying an extremely terrifying aura, crushing space and rushing towards the giant who had shattered the void!
This was their last encounter, and they both gave it their all!
In the midst of Chaos, Laozi Tzu and the Two Sages of the West gathered here.
They looked at the Lich and Witch-Demon races, who were now locked in a life-or-death battle, and smiled with satisfaction.
That desolate, Primordial World on the verge of collapse, those Primordial World creatures wailing across the wilderness.
In the eyes of the Sages, these were all things that would eventually belong to them.
Laozi looked relaxed and sighed.
"The strength of these two races, the Witch-Demon, is not bad; they are both able to unleash such powerful force."
As the Sages predicted, the battle between the Witch-Demon and demon races should have resulted in a pyrrhic victory for the Demon Race and a crushing defeat for the Witch Clan, ultimately leading to Gonggong's furious attack on Buzhou Mountain.
Although things have deviated somewhat, a mutually destructive outcome for both the Witch-Demon and the Demon races would be a better result.
Jieyin elicited a soft chuckle, and he said...
"The Witch-Demon and Demon races can be considered to have died a worthy death, atoning for the sins they committed."
"It's not bad at all."
Under the watchful eyes of all the saints, the Pangu Phantom finally crumbled and dissipated!
That towering giant, like sand scattered by the wind, vanished into the world.
The corpse of the Ancestral Witch did not appear; only ten True Spirits remained, drifting helplessly!
The Witch Clan, which originated during the time when the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans vied for supremacy, has finally reached its end.
Apart from Gonggong, the other ten Ancestral Witches all perished within the Twelve Dutian Divine Fiends Great Array!
They showed no remorse whatsoever.
He was able to summon the Father God Pangu in his Ancestral Witch form.
For them, this is the greatest honor!
Even if in the end, the physical body is completely destroyed, leaving only the True Spirit!
The True Spirit drifted aimlessly, lost in this Primordial World.
The Ancestral Witches only have souls, not primordial spirits.
After death, their souls will also return to the Netherworld!
After death, living beings enter a period of confusion.
Only by being guided by the Netherworld Constables messengers and traversing the Yellow Springs Road can one regain their original memories.
"This soul, I want it!"
A withered, large hand, wrapped with beads, reached out to grab the ten points of the Ancestral Witch's True Spirit!
This is the True Spirit of the Ancestral Witches; after being tempered by the Intent Method, even Sage would covet it.
Get out of here!
A slender, delicate hand struck out towards the withered, large hand, but the Blood Sea power emanating from it forced the owner of the withered, large hand to quickly retract it.
The moment the two clashed, that space shattered and then restored!
Those with ill intentions who had been spying on the Ancestral Witch's True Spirit withdrew their gaze, and a figure slowly appeared on this Primordial World.
The man's face was filled with pity, and behind him, a faint Blood Sea appeared.
This person was none other than Houtu!
After Reincarnation, even with Fuxi's intervention, the substitution was futile.
But she had already returned to the Netherworld and was no longer an Ancestral Witch.
All she could do was Jieyin the souls of her ten older brothers and sisters into the Netherworld.
The ten points of True Spirit appear as ten orbs of light.
After following Houtu into the Netherworld, they all returned to their original forms.
Houtu walked calmly ahead of the crowd.
As she stepped onto the Yellow Springs Road, the Yellow Springs Road emitted a mournful cry.
The Red Spider Lilies on both sides swayed without wind.
Houtu walked forward step by step.
Having passed the Yellow Springs Road, all ten Ancestral Witches regained their senses and looked at each other.
Dijiang looked at the person standing in front of them and asked.
"Little sister, is that you?"
Houtu paused for a moment, then slowly turned around.
Crystalline tears slid down her cheeks, and her face showed sadness.
"I'm sorry, brother, it's still me in the end..."
It's true that Jieyin and Zhunti stopped her, but if she really wanted to break through the combined attack of those two, it wasn't impossible!
But in the end, she didn't do it.
"Little sister, don't blame yourself. This is the destiny of our Witch Clan!"
The Ancestral Witches also realized this when they died.
Both the Witch Clan and the Demon Race should withdraw from the Primordial World.
The tears of sorrow were wiped away, and Houtu's expression returned to calm.
She stood beneath the Ghost Gate and spoke.
"From this day forward, you will each be one of the Ten Kings of Hell. The True Spirits of the Witch Clan will all return to the Netherworld after death, and you will each take over their duties!"
This is a command issued by Houtu.
At this moment, the entire Netherworld was in turmoil.
Countless rays of light descended upon the ten Ancestral Witches' True Spirits, and from then on, the Ten Kings of Hell were able to achieve perfect enlightenment!
On the Primordial World, after the Pangu Phantom dissipated, the Zhou Tian Stars Great Array of the Demon Race also collapsed.
Countless corpses fell from the sky, the largest of which were the corpses of the two Golden Crows!
When it transformed into its original form during its lifetime, it was Golden Crow that rivaled the sun in brilliance.
After death, it looked no different from any other ordinary monster.
The corpses of the two Golden Crows fell onto the Primordial World, turning the surrounding area of 300 million miles into an extremely hot, scorched wasteland!
High in the sky, the only surviving Demon Saint Bai Ze, looked on in disbelief at reality.
He looked at the few living people around him, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor has fallen, and His Eastern Emperor has followed him in death."
"The Heavenly Court is gone, so where should my Demon Race go?!"
Of the ten great Demon Saints of the Demon Race, only Bai Ze was fortunate enough to escape with his life.
Looking at the ravaged land, he couldn't help but ask.
"Where should my Demon Race go?!"
"What should we, the Demon Race, do?!"
Without Di Jun and Taiyi, the Demon Race became a disorganized mess.
Beside Bai Ze, Kunpeng's eyes flickered as he looked in a certain direction!