Faced with the sudden blade light, Eastern Emperor Taiyi froze for a moment.
Then, somewhat alarmed, he summoned the Chaos Bell.
Once it hovered above his head, the blade light immediately struck the Eastern Emperor Bell.
A bell toll rang out.
Di Jun, standing nearby, was slightly astonished.
When he looked at the Witch Clan again, a trace of panic rose in his heart.
"You Witch Clan do not cultivate Primordial Spirits. How can you wield Divine Treasures?"
Di Jiang looked at Xuan Ming beside him, then at Di Jun.
Then he laughed heartily.
"What if we do not cultivate Primordial Spirits? We can still wield Divine Treasures. Today, we will slaughter you two feathered birds."
As he spoke, the surrounding Witch Clan members drew all manner of Divine Treasures.
In the past, these things had merely been stored in the Witch Clan's treasury.
They had been treated as collectibles, or perhaps simply as junk.
Who would have thought they would have a day to use them?
Looking at the situation before them, they all declared,
"Enough. Today shall be the day your Demon Race perishes!"
Neither Di Jun nor Eastern Emperor Taiyi had expected this.
"Form the formation!"
The conflict between the two races drew the attention of many Great Powers of the Primordial World.
Yet before they could even begin fighting, Di Jun asked in astonishment,
"Why have all of you become Quasi-Sages?"
Zhu Rong held a rod-like weapon in his hand and said directly,
"Quit dawdling. Are we fighting or not? If you can become Quasi-Sages, then naturally we can too. I already told you: today is the day your Demon Race perishes. Have you forgotten what we just said?"
After speaking, he charged straight ahead.
Di Jun's scalp went numb at the sight.
The Witch Clan's bodies had already been immensely powerful in the past and extremely difficult to deal with. He had never expected that they would not only become Quasi-Sages,
but also be able to wield Divine Treasures.
Di Jun could only make his move as well.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi, beside him, lunged directly at Xuan Ming.
There was no helping it. Xuan Ming had struck first just now.
But just as he flew toward Xuan Ming, a figure appeared before him.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm your opponent!"
The newcomer had red hair and a red beard, with countless flames rising from his body.
His characteristics were obvious. He was Zhu Rong, the Ancestor Witch of Fire.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi feared none of this. He drew the Eastern Emperor Bell, and the two immediately clashed.
Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi still had some fighting strength.
When fighting the Witch Clan, they could still hold on for a while.
But when Di Jun turned his head again, he saw
that Ying Zhao and the others were being beaten back by the Witch Clan.
They were on the verge of defeat.
Hongjun, within the Purple Cloud Palace, was equally astonished.
"It is still understandable for the Witch Clan to become Quasi-Sages, but why can they wield Divine Treasures?"
"Could it be that they have cultivated Primordial Spirits?"
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible!"
Yet after those words fell, he watched the Witch Clan fighting fiercely before him.
The Divine Treasures moved through their hands with incredible dexterity.
It was like a warrior who no longer used martial techniques, but cast magic with every strike.
The crucial point was that they had clearly put everything into strength and defense, yet their magical power was just as formidable, as if they were cheating.
Who could withstand that?
No one could withstand that!
Compared to the Witch Clan, they were like fragile mages.
They were merely better developed.
Di Jun felt utterly aggrieved.
"Damn it, how could this be?"
He had thought that with twelve Quasi-Sages, there should have been no problem in this battle.
Yet he had never expected all twelve of the other side to have reached the Quasi-Sage realm as well.
They could even wield Divine Treasures.
It was not only the Ancestor Witches who could use them. Countless members of the Witch Clan could wield Divine Treasures too.
Among them, Great Witches such as Xingtian and Kuafu were even more unstoppable.
They charged into the Demon Race battle formation, fighting as easily as chopping vegetables!
After looking at the situation before them,
they could not help but declare,
"This time, your Demon Race is doomed!"
Countless Great Powers of the Primordial World hid nearby and watched the battle.
Even the Dragon Race was observing this fight.
"The Demon Race is finished."
"Who would have thought the Witch Clan had learned to wield Divine Treasures?"
"It's over. From now on, we should avoid the Witch Clan whenever we see them. After becoming Quasi-Sages, their bodies are even stronger, and now they can wield Divine Treasures too. Who can stand against that?"
"Didn't the Three Pure Ones claim to be Pangu's orthodox lineage too?"
"Pangu's orthodox lineages are not all the same. I don't think even the Three Pure Ones could defeat them."
The murmurs made the Three Pure Ones, hidden in the darkness, frown as well.
They had only come to watch the excitement. How had they somehow been dragged into this?
After a brief moment, they felt somewhat annoyed.
Yet as they watched the twelve Ancestor Witches charging forward without restraint,
the three of them had to admit that they truly seemed unable to defeat them.
They were far too ruthless.
Di Jiang and the others fought with broad, forceful movements.
But because of the one-year mind technique,
they had all learned to divide their attention in two, engaging in close-quarters combat on one hand
while controlling Divine Treasures to assist their attacks on the other.
It made Di Jun and the others suffer miserably.
In a contest of raw physical strength and close combat, they were no match at all.
Gradually, the Demon Race fell into a disadvantage.
Even Ying Zhao and several others had already been captured by the Witch Clan.
The twelve Ancestor Witches surrounded Di Jun and Tai Yi.
As they looked at the scene before them,
Di Jun felt some regret. He should not have acted at this time.
He should have waited until he attained the Dao and became a Sage before discussing such matters.
Even after becoming a Sage, he should have remained more cautious.
Hongjun, in the Purple Cloud Palace, could no longer sit still at the sight.
This had already exceeded his expectations.
Di Jiang looked at Di Jun before him.
"You feathered bird, why aren't you so arrogant now?"
"This time, we will kill you two. The position of Heavenly Emperor should rightfully belong to our Witch Clan!"
After saying that, everyone prepared to strike.
But just as they were about to act, a streak of purple radiance flew down from the sky.
It appeared before Di Jun and Tai Yi, shielding the two within it.
Then, as he looked at the scene before him, a voice descended from the heavens.
"Enough, stop. This battle shall cease for now. For the next million years, the Witch Clan and Demon Race may not wage great war. Henceforth, the Demon Race shall govern the heavens, and the Witch Clan shall govern the earth. Neither side may lightly start a conflict!"
The instant those words fell, Di Jiang looked up at the sky.
Hongjun stood there expressionlessly, as though proclaiming his decree.
Di Jiang could feel the pressure of a Sage. It was not something they could contend with.
Looking at the Demon Race before him again and hearing that commanding tone,
"Our Witch Clan is Father God's surviving lineage, Pangu's orthodox lineage. Why should the Demon Race be allowed to rule the heavens?"
"We refuse to accept this! Even if you are a Sage, we still refuse to accept this!"
After those words fell, the Witch Clan members beside him shouted as well.
"Refuse!"
"Refuse!"
Just as Hongjun was about to speak,
Di Jiang gritted his teeth and declared,
"Form the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation!"
"This time, the Demon Race must die!"
"You cannot stop us!"
"Even if you are a Sage!"
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