Witch-Demon War
Luohu sneered, "You little brat, do you think I, Luohu, am dispensable?"
"I don't!"
Chu Feng quickly retorted, "In my heart, you will always be number one!"
However, at this moment, those words were like adding fuel to the fire.
Luohu grew angrier the more he thought about it. He had given up the struggle for dominance in the Primordial World for Luo Hou's sake, and Luo Hou was now going to marry his mortal enemy!
Overwhelming anger and resentment instantly overwhelmed reason.
"Words are useless; let's see who's the real deal!"
Before he could finish speaking, Luohu had already made his move!
The God-Slaying Spear ripped through the void, carrying boundless killing intent, and aimed straight for Chu Feng's brow.
This shot was delivered without any hesitation. Chu Feng frowned slightly, but neither dodged nor evaded.
He knew that Luohu was furious, and if he didn't let her vent, he would never get over this.
Immediately, with a thought, an indestructible barrier appeared around him.
"Clang!"
The God-Slaying Spear collided with the barrier, and violent ripples of energy spread outwards.
Chu Feng remained unmoved, while Luohu was forced back several steps by the recoil.
"Go ahead and hit me. I'm standing here today, let you hit me as hard as you want."
Chu Feng sighed helplessly.
His appearance only fueled Luohu's fury to its extreme.
"You little brat! How dare you look down on me? What are you waiting for? Make your move!"
Luohu let out a sharp, piercing cry, his eyes turning bloodshot.
She unleashed the Twelve-grade Black Lotus of Destruction, standing on it and wielding the God-Slaying Spear. Her demonic aura surged, and she transformed into a beam of Annihilation Divine Light, charging towards Chu Feng once more.
This time, the offensive was more than a hundred times more fierce than before!
Chu Feng sighed. If he didn't show some real skill, this matter wouldn't end well.
"I'm sorry."
Faced with Luohu's attack, Chu Feng no longer simply defended. He slowly raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and gently tapped the void.
Suddenly, a seemingly ordinary finger gust of wind traversed time and space, ignoring distance, and arrived before the enemy, striking the tip of the God-Slaying Spear.
"Buzz~"
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Luohu's ferocious and unparalleled attack, along with the overwhelming demonic energy surrounding her, vanished instantly.
The innate treasure God-Slaying Spear, in her hand let out a mournful cry and flew out of her grasp.
The light of the Twelve-grade Black Lotus of Destruction also dimmed.
An irresistible force enveloped her entire body, rendering her unable to move.
With just one move, the outcome was decided.
Chu Feng flashed and appeared in front of Luohu, pulling her tightly into his arms.
Luohu stood frozen in place, his mind blank.
She felt Chu Feng's familiar presence, and her heart was in turmoil.
The grievances and resentment ultimately transformed into a deep sense of powerlessness.
She knew Chu Feng was strong, but she never imagined he was this strong.
Although the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal is only one realm below the Hunyuan Taiji Immortal Venerable, their strengths are worlds apart.
"Is this the power of Primordial Taiji?" Luohu was shocked.
Chu Feng held her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Hehe, I told you, in my heart, no one can compare to you."
Chu Feng launched into a long, rambling speech, spewing out cheesy pick-up lines.
Luohu gradually calmed down, and the malevolent aura around him slowly dissipated.
After a long silence, she finally spoke in a muffled voice, "I'll marry her, but you have to agree to one condition."
"Tell me, I'd agree to a hundred, let alone one!" Chu Feng said hurriedly.
"I must be the legitimate wife, Hongjun must be the concubine, and the others are also concubines."
Luohu raised his head and said domineeringly.
Upon hearing this, Chu Feng was first taken aback, then didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He nodded helplessly, then affectionately pinched her nose. "Alright, whatever you say, my Demon Ancestor, you will always be my only and only legal wife."
Upon hearing Man's reply, Luohu revealed a smug smile.
She broke free from Chu Feng's embrace and snorted coldly, "You're smart enough to know what's good for you! I'm going back to the Demon Realm first. You'd better watch yourself!"
Having said that, she transformed into a streak of black light and vanished into the sky in an instant.
Chu Feng looked in the direction she had left and shook his head helplessly.
They finally managed to appease this old lady, and then followed Luohu to the Demon Realm.
Meanwhile, in the Primordial World, in the Demon Clan Heavenly Court.
Di Jun looked down at the massive army of hundreds of millions of demons gathered below and roared, "Witch Clan barbarians, you disrespect the will of Heaven, you rule the earth, yet you are not content!"
Today, I, the Emperor, proclaim to the primordial Primordial World that my demon race will gather all its strength to fight the Witch Clan to the death!
After this battle, in heaven and on earth, only our demon race will reign supreme!
Meanwhile, at Buzhou Mountain, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together.
Upon hearing Di Jun's declaration of war, Dijiang, the leader, revealed a bloodthirsty sneer, "Witch Clan warriors! If these demon scum want war, then let's fight!"
Use their blood to irrigate our land! Kill!
At a single command, the already assembled Witch Clan army unleashed a soaring aura of malevolence, like a black tide surging upwards and crashing straight towards the heavens.
Two torrents collided with a deafening roar in the heart of the Primordial World!
The battle erupted instantly, quickly reaching a fever pitch.
In an instant, the laws collided, and the divine powers clashed, causing the entire Primordial World to tremble.
Countless lives were reduced to ashes in the battle, and blood rained down, staining the mountains and rivers red.
At the highest point of the battlefield, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin faced off against Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.
"Kill!"
Both Dijiang and Zhujiuyin possessed the cultivation level of the first level of the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, and their Time Law was unparalleled.
However, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were already at the Saint Sixth Heaven, and the difference in their realms was like an insurmountable chasm.
After only a short exchange, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin found themselves at a disadvantage, suppressed by the River Diagram and Luo Shu and the Chaos Bell, forced to retreat steadily.
A resolute glint flashed in Dijiang's eyes. He gave the other Ancestral Witch a meaningful look and roared, "Form the formation!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches instantly returned to their positions, using their bloodlines as a guide and their malevolent energy as a foundation, and roared in unison.
"The Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Formation, activate!"
Boom!
The world changed color, and the wind and clouds swirled.
Endless malevolent energy coalesced, transforming into a towering, illusory giant.
The giant wielded a massive axe, his muscles bulging, and his eyes, opening and closing, seemed capable of reshaping the world!
The Pangu Phantom!
"This is impossible!" Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were horrified.
They could feel the oppressive aura emanating from the Pangu Phantom, and were startled.
In the last confrontation, they were only at the first level of the Saint Realm, and their aura was no match for the Pangu Phantom.
Now, even though they are at the Saint Sixth Heaven, they still cannot match this aura.
Little did they know that when Dijiang saved Hong Yun, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not use their full strength.
Through Chu Feng's introduction, they learned that Di Jun's Tribulation of Killing had not yet arrived.
The current Witch-Demon Calamity is solely aimed at preserving the Witch Clan.
Of course, Chu Feng also told Dijiang about the demon race.
Therefore, Dijiang naturally wouldn't exert his full strength.
"Thump!"
Donghuang Taiyi frantically activated the Chaos Bell, and the bell's melodious sound formed a golden light screen that protected the demon army.
The Pangu Phantom remained expressionless as it slowly raised its giant axe and cleaved it down at the golden light barrier!
"Boom!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches, along with Di Jun and Taiyi, immediately entered a heated phase.
In the Primordial World, years were immeasurable, and time was worthless; millions of years passed in a flash.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were pale, clearly indicating that maintaining the great formation had taken a heavy toll on them.
Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were also in bad shape; the Chaos Bell's light was dimming, clearly indicating that it had reached its limit.
The two sides drew.
As the Pangu Phantom, Di Jun spoke in a deep voice, "Dijiang, let's call it a day and let our two races agree to a truce for a thousand years. What do you say?"