Witch Clan's Power, Hongjun Takes Action

Facing the sudden flash of a blade, Eastern Emperor Taiyi was momentarily stunned.

Then, with a hint of alarm, he summoned the Eastern Emperor Bell.

As it enveloped him, the blade struck directly against the Eastern Emperor Bell.

A resounding chime echoed.

Di Jun, standing nearby, looked slightly surprised.

Turning his gaze towards the Witch Clan, a hint of panic arose in his heart.

"How can you of the Witch Clan, who do not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, wield Spiritual Treasures?"

Di Jiang glanced at Xuan Ming beside him, then back at Di Jun.

He burst into hearty laughter.

"So what if we don't cultivate the Primordial Spirit? We can still wield Spiritual Treasures. Today, we will slay you two mongrel birds."

As he spoke, the Witch Clan members around him produced various Spiritual Treasures.

In the past, these items were stored in the Witch Clan's treasury.

They were treated as collectibles, or rather, as discarded junk.

They never expected to have a use for them.

Turning to face the situation before them, they all declared, "Very well, today shall be the day of your Demon Race's demise!"

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi had not anticipated this.

"Form ranks!"

The conflict between the two races attracted the attention of many Great Powers in the Primordial World.

But before they could act, Di Jun asked in astonishment, "Why have you all become Quasi-Sages?"

Zhu Rong, holding a weapon resembling a club, retorted, "Stop dawdling. Are you going to fight or not? If you can become Quasi-Sages, we can certainly do the same. Didn't we just say that today is the day of your Demon Race's demise? Have you already forgotten what we said?"

With that, he charged forward.

Di Jun felt his scalp tingle.

The Witch Clan of the past was already difficult to deal with due to their powerful physiques, but now they had not only become Quasi-Sages, but they could also use Spiritual Treasures.

Di Jun had no choice but to engage.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi beside him lunged directly at Xuan Ming.

He had no choice, as Xuan Ming had made the first move.

But just as he flew towards Xuan Ming, a figure appeared before him.

"Where do you think you're going? Your opponent is me!"

He recognized the newcomer: red hair, red beard, and countless flames rising from his body.

His identity was obvious: Zhu Rong, the Ancestor Witch of Fire.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi was unafraid. He summoned the Eastern Emperor Bell directly, and the two engaged in a fierce battle.

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi still possessed some combat strength.

They could hold their own for a while when fighting the Witch Clan.

But when Di Jun turned his head again, he saw that

Ying Zhao and the others were being overwhelmed by the Witch Clan.

They were on the verge of defeat.

At this moment, Hongjun in the Purple Cloud Palace was also astonished.

"It is somewhat normal for the Witch Clan to become Quasi-Sages, but why can they use Spiritual Treasures?"

"Could it be that they have cultivated the Primordial Spirit?"

"Absolutely impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

But as he spoke, he watched the Witch Clan fighting fiercely.

They wielded the Spiritual Treasures with astonishing dexterity.

It was as if a warrior had abandoned martial arts and was casting spells instead.

The key was that they had clearly invested all their points into strength and defense, yet they were also somehow able to use magic with considerable power, as if they were cheating.

Who could withstand that?

No one could!

Compared to the Witch Clan, they were like glass cannons.

Just with better development.

Di Jun felt extremely stifled.

"Damn it, how could this be!"

He originally thought that with their twelve Quasi-Sages, there shouldn't be any problems in this battle.

But he didn't expect that all twelve of their opponents had also reached the Quasi-Sage level.

And they even knew how to use Spiritual Treasures.

Not only did the Ancestor Witches know how to use them, but countless members of the Witch Clan also knew how to use Spiritual Treasures.

Among them, Xingtian, Kuafu, and other Great Witches were even more fearless.

Charging into the Demon Race's battle formation, fighting as if they were chopping vegetables!

Turning to look at the situation in front of him.

He couldn't help but start saying.

"This time, your Demon Race is doomed to be destroyed!"

Countless Great Powers of the Primordial World were hidden around, watching this battle.

Even the Dragon Race was paying attention to the battle here.

"The Demon Race is about to fail."

"I didn't expect the Witch Clan to have learned how to use Spiritual Treasures."

"We're done for. We should avoid the Witch Clan in the future. After becoming Quasi-Sages, their physical bodies are even stronger, and they also know how to use Spiritual Treasures. Who can withstand that?"

"Didn't the Three Pure Ones say that they are also the orthodox lineage of Pangu?"

"The orthodox lineage of Pangu is not all the same. I feel like even the Three Pure Ones can't beat them."

The whispering voices made the Three Pure Ones, who were hidden in the dark, frown.

They were just here to watch the excitement, how could they be implicated?

But after a moment, they felt a little annoyed.

Still looking at the twelve Ancestor Witches who were charging forward fearlessly at this time.

The three of them had to admit that they really couldn't beat them.

They were too ruthless.

Di Jiang and the others' fighting style was very open and powerful.

But because of the one-mind-for-year method.

They had all learned to multitask, engaging in close combat.

While also being able to control Spiritual Treasures to assist in attacks from the side.

Making Di Jun and the others suffer unspeakably.

In terms of physical strength and close combat, they were not opponents at all.

Gradually, the Demon Race fell into a disadvantage.

Even Ying Zhao and the others had been captured by the Witch Clan.

The twelve Ancestor Witches surrounded Di Jun and Tai Yi.

Looking at the scene in front of him.

Di Jun felt a little regretful, he shouldn't have made a move at this time.

He should have attained the Dao and become a Sage before talking about these things.

Even after becoming a Sage, he should have been conservative.

Hongjun in Purple Cloud Palace couldn't sit still when he saw this scene.

This had already exceeded his expectations.

Di Jiang looked at Di Jun in front of him.

"Why aren't you arrogant anymore, you miscellaneous bird?"

"This time, we will kill you two, and the position of Heavenly Emperor should be held by our Witch Clan!"

After speaking, everyone prepared to attack.

Just as they were about to attack, a ray of purple light flew out from the sky.

Appearing in front of Di Jun and Tai Yi, protecting the two of them.

Finally, looking at the situation in front of them, a voice came from the sky.

"Alright, stop. Let this battle be temporarily suspended. Within a million years, the Witch-Demon races cannot engage in large-scale wars. From now on, the Demons shall govern the heavens, and the Witches shall govern the earth. No wanton wars are allowed!"

But just as his voice fell, Di Jiang looked up at the sky.

Hongjun stood there expressionlessly, as if announcing his own decree.

Di Jiang felt the Saint's pressure, something they couldn't handle.

Looking at the Demon Race in front of him, listening to the commanding tone just now.

"We, the Witch Clan, are the Father God's survivors, the true Pangu lineage. Why should we let the Demon Race rule the heavens!"

"We are not convinced! Even if you are a Saint, we are still not convinced!"

As his words fell, the Witch Clan beside him also shouted.

"Not convinced!"

"Not convinced!"

Hongjun was about to speak.

Di Jiang gritted his teeth and said instead.

"Form the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation!"

"This time, the Demon Race will surely die!"

"You can't stop us!"

"Even if you are a Saint!"