Battle Within the Formation, Each Displays Their Divine Abilities!

This scene made Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Nuwa all turn their heads, a sour feeling stirring in their hearts.

Jade Pool was fine, but Junior Brother Haotian's Myriad Heavens Auspicious Cloud and Primordial Heaven-Measuring Ruler were both top-tier supreme treasures, far superior to the artifacts in their own hands.

The few of them muttered inwardly, wondering whether Junior Brother Haotian had found these opportunities himself, or if Master Hongjun had specially bestowed them.

As fellow direct disciples, Master wouldn't play favorites, would they? After comforting themselves with this thought for a while, they stopped dwelling on it and each deployed their divine abilities and treasures to join the battle.

Laozi hovered the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda above his head; its body swirled with thick, profound yellow light, and cascading strands of Merit Golden Light fell like fine rain.

Wherever the light swept, the Demon Race's demonic flames instantly dissipated, and the flesh of low-level demon cultivators melted away in the golden radiance, their Primordial Spirits unable to linger.

Yuanshi Tianzun wielded the Wind Thunder Shears; as the blades opened and closed, the roar of wind and thunder exploded.

Lightning wrapped around the shears' body, dazzling to the eye. He aimed at a Demon Race Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal attempting a sneak attack.

The Wind Thunder Shears shot out abruptly, like two bolts of lightning, cleaving the opponent's body in two. Before the Primordial Spirit could react, it was blasted to ashes by the thunder.

Sect Master Tongtian gripped the Purple Lightning Hammer; with each swing, he summoned the Nine Heavens Violet Firmament Divine Thunder.

A purple thunder dragon roared as it crashed into the Demon Race formation, blasting dozens of Demon Race Taiyi cultivators flying on the spot.

The spreading thunder force numbed the surrounding demon cultivators, robbing them of their mobility.

Nuwa, meanwhile, offered up the Heaven Earth Man Three Brilliant Rings. The three rings swirled in celestial azure, earthly yellow, and human white, spinning rapidly through the air.

In one move, she trapped three Demon Race Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals attempting to break out.

Those three Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals struggled, urging their Laws, but were suppressed by the radiance emitted by the three rings, unable to move even half a step.

Seeing this, the Three Pure Ones acted in tacit coordination. Laozi channeled the golden light of the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, freezing the three Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals in place.

Then, Yuanshi's Wind Thunder Shears and Tongtian's Zi Lightning Hammer unleashed wind-thunder force and Violet Firmament Divine Thunder in succession, annihilating the three Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

With the combined efforts of these few, the surrounding Demon Race forces were beaten back step by step, and gaps appeared in the originally dense demon formation.

This situation soon affected the other battlefields.

The balance of battle, which had favored the Demon Race, gradually tilted toward the allied forces.

But the Demon Race Army, after all, had deep foundations; their number of Golden Immortals of the Origin still held the advantage.

The total count of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and Taiyi cultivators also far exceeded that of the allied forces, so they did not immediately show signs of defeat.

Instead, amid the furious roars of the Demon Venerables, the Demon Race elites steadied their footing and once again clashed with the allied forces in bloody combat.

The brutality of the battlefield surpassed even what had come before.

Black demon blood, golden dragon blood, fiery red phoenix blood, and profound yellow qilin blood mingled together, not only staining the ground of Cangwu Plain red.

Even the clouds above were dyed an eerie black-red.

The aftershocks of Law collisions ceaselessly destroyed the surrounding mountains, rivers, continents, and starry skies.

One star after another was struck by the shockwaves, shattering into meteors that crashed toward the continent, gouging out bottomless pits.

Where spiritual veins snapped, dense spiritual energy gushed out like waterfalls.

But it was immediately polluted by the killing aura hanging over the battlefield, rapidly turning into black toxic mist.

Cultivators and demon cultivators who inhaled the mist would fall within a short time.

This utterly tragic scene did not end quickly; it continued for several thousand more years before the allied forces finally gained a slight upper hand.

Yet this was only superficial. Everyone knew in their hearts—

What truly determined the outcome of this Primordial Wilderness great war was still the duel inside the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation between Hongjun's four and the Devil Ancestor Luohu!

When some Golden Immortals of the Origin found a moment to cast their gaze toward the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, a flicker of wariness passed through their eyes.

The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation hung in the void like a black giant cocoon.

The killing aura swirling outside the formation condensed into substance, forming dense black Sword Qi.

Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, if they approached even slightly, would have their flesh torn apart by the Sword Qi.

Such was the might of the Primordial Wilderness's number one killing formation; even Chaos Airflow would be shredded into fragments upon nearing it.

The allied cultivators and Demon Race remnants watching from afar dared not approach, continuing their battle at a distance.

Inside the formation, Hongjun, Yang Mei, Old Ancestor Qiankun, and Old Ancestor Yin Yang, who had been locked in fierce combat with Luohu for thousands of years, all had somewhat disordered auras.

Their Dao robes bore traces of being slashed by Sword Qi, and even their Primordial Spirits radiated waves of exhaustion.

But they had no intention of retreating. If they gave up, not only would they fall, but the entire Primordial Wilderness would become nourishment for the Demon Race.

"Burn the Dao Foundation, unleash the Laws!" Hongjun barked in a low voice, swinging the Pangu Banner in his hand. The banner's surface unfurled rapidly.

Countless Chaos Qi blades surged forth, shattering the oncoming killing Sword Qi.

The Dao Foundation around him burned, radiating brilliant Dao Rhythms and light. The origin he had consumed from deducing the formation was rapidly recovering.

Though this was a desperate measure—burning the Dao Foundation would damage his foundation—it could unleash peak combat power in a short time.

Yang Mei followed closely. The Space Rune between his brows suddenly flared, and his willow-branch-like eyebrows transformed into two spatial blades, stabbing straight at the eastern gate of the formation.

"Space Law: Sever!"

With his low shout, a crack appeared in the space at the formation gate. But the moment it appeared, Luohu's demonic flames surged in to fill it.

A flicker of gravity passed through Yang Mei's eyes—this formation's regenerative power was even stronger than he had anticipated.

The situation for Old Ancestor Qiankun and Old Ancestor Yin Yang was worse; the two had always been slightly inferior to Hongjun and Yang Mei, and for thousands of years, they had relied solely on their Innate Supreme Treasures for defense.

Old Ancestor Qiankun held the Qiankun Cauldron above his head, its dark-yellow body cascading ten thousand rays of light, barely holding back the killing Sword Qi.

Old Ancestor Yin Yang unfurled the Taiji Diagram, the black and white Qi interweaving into a shield, yet it was still scored with cracks by the Sword Qi.

"At this rate, we won't make it—our origin power is nearly spent!" Old Ancestor Qiankun gritted out, his voice tinged with weariness.

Old Ancestor Yin Yang nodded, the Yin Yang Two Qi on his black-and-white robe growing dimmer by the moment. "Luohu controls the Formation Eye. We can't find a flaw; we can only take the beating."

At Yin Yang's words, Luohu's laughter echoed from deep within the Formation Eye, dripping with mockery and cruelty.

"Hongjun, Yang Mei, you can't hold out much longer!"

"Once This Ancestor drains your origin power, I'll nourish the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation with your Primordial Spirits. Then the entire Primordial Wilderness will become my prize!"

As his voice fell, the great formation shifted abruptly. All four Immortal Slaying Swords blazed to life at once.

Hundreds of millions of killing Sword Qi poured down like a torrential rain, their power several times greater than before!

Hongjun and the other three had no choice but to switch from offense to defense. Hongjun held the Pangu Banner before him, forming a barrier of Chaos Qi blades.

Yang Mei, meanwhile, employed the Space Law, folding space to divert most of the Sword Qi into void rifts.

The light of the Qiankun Cauldron and the Taiji Diagram intertwined, barely blocking the remaining attacks.

But such defense came at a tremendous cost. Within just a few years, the four of them had already consumed two-tenths of their origin power.

Watching all this unfold, Luohu let out a cold snort and began to shift his target.

He manipulated the formation, directing the bulk of the killing Sword Qi toward Hongjun and Yang Mei.

Once he eliminated these two strongest opponents, the remaining Qiankun and Yin Yang would pose no threat.