Conflict Escalates

"Why waste words? Kill them now!" Zhurong had the fiercest temper of them all and struck at once.

A blaze of fire appeared out of thin air, its boundless heat boiling the world.

The earth rapidly dried, cracked, and melted, turning into crimson magma.

The searing flames formed a long whip that encircled the Six Great Demon Kings.

At the sight of this terrifying scene, the Six Great Demon Kings could not help showing their shock, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Yet although the strength the Twelve Ancestral Witches displayed surpassed anything the six had imagined, the Six Great Demon Kings did not despair.

They still had an ultimate move passed down from Luohu. It required all Six Great Demon Kings to execute and was invincible below the Quasi-Sage realm.

"Use that move, or we shall surely perish here today!"

Baya, the Heart Demon King, saw the situation clearly and understood that the matter could not end peacefully today. He let out a shout.

With that, he tightened his grip on his demonic spear and poured a vast amount of pure Demonic Qi into it until the weapon could hold no more. Then he hurled it forward.

The demonic spear swelled in the wind, instantly becoming a colossal weapon ten thousand zhang long, and collided with the whip of fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

A blinding flash of white light burst from the point of collision. The scorching, overwhelmingly fierce Southern Bright Li Fire intertwined with the dark, unfathomable Demonic Qi and exploded, instantly turning everything within a hundred million li into a sea of fire.

The remaining five Demon Kings also knew this was a matter of life and death. They squeezed every last bit of Demonic Qi from their bodies and poured it all into their ultimate moves, which they had held in reserve.

"Heavenly Demon Mystic Claw!"

"Boundless Nether Palm!"

"Heavenly Demon Hegemonic Seal!"

"Demon King’s Fiendish Hand!"

"Fierce Nether Ghost Dance!"

For a moment, vast Demonic Qi surged straight into the ninth heaven, and hundreds of millions of demonic lights billowed and roiled, as though they would swallow even the sky.

Facing the surging Demonic Qi, the Twelve Ancestral Witches remained unperturbed. They gathered their innate laws and struck.

In an instant, lightning, frost, flames, and floodwaters filled the world, creating a terrifying sight beneath the heavens, as though heaven and earth were being created anew.

The next moment, the two utterly different forces collided.

Rumble!!!

Heaven-shaking, earth-shattering crashes rang out ceaselessly across the world as the Ancestral Witches' immense power easily blasted apart the countless streams of Demonic Qi.

But the Demonic Qi did not disperse. Instead, it spread across heaven and earth, and the world grew dim and gloomy.

"Now! Gather!!"

The Six Great Demon Kings shouted in unison.

The boundless Demonic Qi abruptly contracted into black cocoons, enveloping all Twelve Ancestral Witches before they could react.

"Hahaha! You didn't expect us to have a move like this in reserve, did you?"

"Hahaha... These demonic cocoons are a life-saving divine ability bestowed upon us by the Demon Ancestor. They have the power to dissolve all things and corrode heaven and earth. None below the Quasi-Sage realm can withstand them. Now that these fellows are trapped inside, death is their only path."

"Hehe, they looked down on us so much. They deserve to die!"

But just as the Six Great Demon Kings were rejoicing, a scornful voice suddenly rang out, making their expressions change drastically.

"Hehehe... To think you could deal with us by such means is nothing but wishful thinking!"

As the voice fell silent, all twelve great black cocoons bulged at once. Cracks spread across their surfaces, growing more numerous until the cocoons burst apart one by one.

Twelve figures appeared once more between heaven and earth, entirely unharmed.

Even so, the Twelve Ancestral Witches could not help inwardly calling themselves fortunate.

Had they encountered such an attack in the past, they might not have been able to break through the grand formation so easily. Even if they had barely managed it, they would surely have suffered severe injuries.

Now, however, they possessed the innate Dao Patterns bestowed by Fuxi, and an attack like this was no longer worth mentioning.

"Impossible!"

"The life-saving divine ability the Demon Ancestor bestowed on us was broken just like that!"

At the sight, the Six Great Demon Kings turned ashen and cried out in shock.

"Run!"

One of the Demon Kings roared, and the Six Great Demon Kings abruptly transformed into six trails of demonic smoke, fleeing in different directions.

"Hmph, do you think you can escape?"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches struck at once!

They split into pairs and pursued the Six Great Demon Kings.

The Demon Kings were no match for the Ancestral Witches to begin with. Now, facing two apiece, they were even less able to resist and were swiftly killed one by one.

Only Poxun, the Heavenly Demon King, and Renli, the Desire Demon King, joined forces as they fled, managing to withstand the first wave of attacks.

But four Ancestral Witches followed them as well, and in the end, they only managed to buy a little time.

Countless bolts of lightning fell, and nether Earth Qi surged. It seemed both men were about to die beneath the attack.

But then Poxun suddenly pulled Renli, the Desire Demon King, in front of him, making him take the fatal attack in his stead.

Renli had never expected Poxun to pull such a move. Before he could react, he was swallowed by countless bolts of lightning, dying with his eyes wide open.

Poxun seized the opportunity, spread his hands, and tore open a spatial rift, stepping straight into it.

"Not good!"

The spatial fluctuation caught Dijiang's attention. Although he was far away pursuing another Demon King, he had mastered spatial divine abilities, so distance was no obstacle.

His body flashed, and he arrived where Poxun had just been. Raising his hand, he thrust it into the spatial rift and grabbed with all his strength.

"Ah!"

A miserable scream came from within the spatial rift.

Dijiang pulled hard, withdrawing his hand from the space. Clutched in it was half of Poxun's body.

"What a pity. I was just a moment too late!"

He had not expected one of the Six Great Demon Kings to be skilled in the Dao of space. In a moment of inattention, he had ultimately let him escape, gravely wounded.

A vast Demon Palace stood atop Western Mount Sumeru.

Overwhelming demonic qi shrouded the mountain, and countless members of the Demon Clan came and went through it. What a sacred land of the Demon Sect it was.

Who could have imagined that Western Heaven, known as a pure land in later ages, would look like this now?

Suddenly, a mangled body came flying from afar.

Along the way, countless drops of demonic blood poured from his body and fell to the ground, a truly wretched sight.

Poxun's breath was extremely faint. He could not even use escape light and could only float forward unsteadily.

He recalled how, three days earlier, at the final moment of the great battle with the Witch Clan, Poxun had used his companion's body to block the fatal attack. At last, he had gained a sliver of opportunity to use his own Rift-Splitting Divine Ability and escape into space-time.

But he had never imagined that the Witch Clansman's Dao of space was a hundred times superior to his own. Though the man had moved later, he had arrived first and caught up with him.

Had he not gritted his teeth at the last moment and detonated his innate demonic artifact, he could never have escaped.

Even so, that man had torn away half his body.

Moreover, the man had infused his wound with spatial power. Until that power was erased, his injuries could not heal.

And now, the only person who could save him was Luohu of the Demon Clan, who resided on Mount Sumeru.