The True Decisive Battle!

However, the moment he took a step, Dijiang blocked his path.

"Your opponent is me!"

"Since you're seeking your own death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Dijun's face turned as dark as water, and the Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—the River Diagram and Luo Book—appeared in his hand.

At the same time, the major experts of the Demon Race were also entangled by a group of Great Witches.

Fortunately, the Demons scattered across the Primordial World began to arrive one after another to provide support.

Leveraging their numerical advantage in high-end combat power, the Grand Unity Golden Immortals of the Demon Race quickly surrounded and attacked the Great Witches of the Witch Race.

Basically, every Great Witch had to face several Demon Race experts.

Even so, a large portion of the Demon Race's combat power remained uncalled upon.

Fortunately, Dijun and Taiyi had just broken through to the late Quasi-Saint stage, and their strength couldn't be fully displayed yet.

It was precisely because of this that a few Ancestor Witches could free up their hands to support other fronts.

For a time, the Witch and Demon races were locked in a chaotic battle.

Countless bodies fell in swathes, blood continuously gathered, and gradually dyed the earth red, forming a lake of blood!

"Clang—Clang—Clang—!"

The Chaos Bell rang out once more, and an aura of world-destroying power spread out from Eastern Emperor Taiyi as the center, covering an area of hundreds of millions of miles around Buzhou Mountain.

Around the bell, the sun, moon, stars, earth, wind, water, and fire revolved, their brilliant light illuminating all heavens and myriad realms.

This terrifying pressure, as if heaven and earth were collapsing, sent the observing great powers into a state of shock.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Facing such terrifying power, the people of the Witch Race not only did not retreat but instead their fighting spirit soared, their killing intent reaching the heavens and pervading hundreds of millions of miles of void.

Ancestor Witches and Great Witches, hundreds of thousands to millions of feet tall, stood with mountains under their feet, wearing the stars and moon, their divine abilities like tides, unleashing furious attacks!

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!"

Tidal energy storms surged incessantly, and the sounds of battle shook more than half of the Primordial World!

Witnessing such a world-shattering battle, the onlookers were all terrified.

"Too terrifying! This doesn't feel like a battle between early and late Quasi-Saints at all!"

"Hiss—Terrifying! If it were me fighting, I'd probably be annihilated in one blow."

"The Primordial World is truly dangerous; it's better to return to the mountains and go into seclusion."

"If even their combat power is so terrifying, how strong must the Saint Tongtian, who can suppress them, be?"

This great battle lasted for several hundred years.

As both sides continuously poured in troops, the situation gradually tilted towards the Demon Race.

There was no other way; in terms of numbers, the Demon Race cultivators were as numerous as hundreds of millions.

Even if the Witch Race fought ten to one, they were ultimately unable to resist.

Not to mention the presence of the Ten Great Demon Gods and a considerable number of Three Thousand Red Dust Guests.

Although most of them were still at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, a few had already broken through to the early Quasi-Saint stage.

This forced the remaining Ancestor Witches to personally intervene.

Otherwise, letting Quasi-Saint realm great powers deal with opponents of lower realms would be like a fierce tiger charging into a flock of sheep, with unimaginable consequences.

The casualties would be incredibly tragic.

Seeing the battle situation becoming increasingly unfavorable, Dijiang's heart tightened, and he immediately shouted loudly:

"Brothers, form the 'Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation'!"

Before his voice even fell, the Twelve Ancestor Witches gathered together tacitly.

They formed hand seals, activated incantations, and began to set up the formation.

The next moment, the auras of their bodies merged, becoming indistinguishable.

From a mere sensory perspective, they were like one person.

At the same time, the malevolent energy in the heavens and earth surged, enveloping the entire Witch Race.

Immediately, a formation of overwhelming malevolent energy took shape.

Its power was so immense that it was almost comparable to a Saint's descent, striking fear into countless hearts.

Dijun and Taiyi's expressions changed, and a sense of foreboding immediately arose in their hearts.

"Pangu True Body, condense for me!"

With a furious roar, a phantom of Pangu, hundreds of millions of feet tall, slowly appeared in the air.

"This is... a Pangu phantom!"

Whether it was the powerhouses observing the battle or Dijun, Taiyi, and the others, they all involuntarily exclaimed.

The expressions on their faces all revealed the shock in their hearts.

Especially that aura, comparable to a Saint.

As the phantom gradually condensed, that oppressive feeling spread out in all directions.

At this moment, even beings at the Quasi-Saint realm couldn't help but hold their breath.

"How is this possible!!!"

Nuwa cried out in alarm and leaped from Tongtian's embrace.

Who was Pangu? There probably wasn't a single being in the Primordial World who didn't know.

And now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had actually summoned Pangu's phantom. This was too outrageous, wasn't it?

With such a formation unleashed, who below the Saint realm could resist it?

"Oh my, it's just Pangu's phantom, is there any need to make such a fuss?"

Tongtian waved his hand helplessly.

He wasn't putting on an act; with his current strength, unless Pangu's true body descended.

A mere phantom couldn't harm him in the slightest.

Before he finished speaking, a deafening roar echoed through heaven and earth.

Rumble!

A colossal figure, reaching the heavens, slowly appeared, exuding an aura capable of destroying the world.

Rolling waves of bloody aura spread out like a tide, enveloping countless miles of void.

The sky, originally as bright as day, now became dim and lightless.

Gales suddenly arose, as if roaring in anger.

In an instant, the space between heaven and earth turned crimson.

The sun and moon lost their luster, and the stars dimmed.

"Axe, come!"

The phantom completely solidified.

Accompanied by a roar that seemed to come from the deepest abyss.

The phantom of the Sky-Opening Axe also appeared.

Immediately after.

A pressure that made the entire Primordial World tremble swept out from the Pangu phantom as its center.

"Break!"

As soon as the words fell.

A white light that tore through the darkness erupted from the bloody aura.

That beam of light traversed space and time, turning everything it passed into dust.

Three thousand laws manifested under this power, trembling frantically.

That will, which seemed capable of splitting the heavens and earth, followed closely behind, its might overwhelming.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The sky collapsed, and the Heavenly River poured down.

Endless space shattered and collapsed amidst the roars.

The vast Primordial World also shook violently from this terrifying strike.

In an instant, heaven and earth lost their color.

Puff!

Even though the great powers resisted with all their might, they could not withstand this world-shattering blow.

The Demon Race powerhouses, led by Dijun, all spat out a mouthful of blood, their faces as pale as paper.

"Damn it! How could it be so strong! How can the Witch Race possess such a terrifying formation!!!"

Dijun roared inwardly, knowing that this battle was lost.

His face was filled with despair and unwillingness.

"Kill!"

The attack had not yet ceased when the Pangu phantom swung its second axe.

If the previous strike was merely a probe, then this axe was the true killing move.

Before it was even unleashed, heaven and earth changed color, and mountains and rivers trembled.

In the void, earth, wind, water, and fire quietly emerged.

That immense power, like a heavenly punishment, contained endless killing intent.

Once unleashed, mountains and rivers within hundreds of billions of miles collapsed, and rivers ran dry.

Countless living beings, under that oppressive force, turned into nothingness before they could even let out a scream.

"Big Brother, retreat quickly!"

Feeling that suffocating power, Eastern Emperor Taiyi unhesitatingly burned his essence blood.

He unleashed his magic power without reservation, activating the Chaos Bell.

The ringing of the bell echoed through heaven and earth.

Unfortunately, in the face of this world-opening strike.

The layers of barriers set up by the Chaos Bell couldn't even last a single breath before being easily torn apart like paper.

"Could it be that heaven itself wants to destroy my Demon Race?" Taiyi murmured, his expression dazed.

Meanwhile, Dijun and the others, suppressing their injuries, once again activated their Spiritual Treasures.

They couldn't accept it, watching Taiyi fall with their own eyes.

Just as the strike that could shatter heaven and earth was about to land.

From the depths of the sky, a supreme pressure suddenly emanated.

A indifferent "Stop" echoed throughout the Primordial World.

Hongjun appeared in mid-air, extending just one finger.

He effortlessly blocked the world-destroying strike.

"Disperse."

Another cold shout.

A profound and unfathomable power enveloped Pangu's phantom.

The next moment--

His body, reaching hundreds of millions of feet tall, roared with unwillingness and indignation.

Under the horrified gazes of countless living beings, that colossal figure spectacularly disintegrated, turning into nothingness.

Hiss--!

A collective gasp of cold air suddenly erupted, like waves in the wind, rising and falling.

Hongjun swept his gaze across the four directions with a calm and icy demeanor, slowly speaking:

"Henceforth, the Witch Race shall govern the earth, and the Demon Race shall rule the heavens. Within one Epoch, no further conflict shall arise.

Those who disobey shall face heavenly condemnation!"

"We respectfully obey the Dao Ancestor's decree!"

Although Dijiang's heart was filled with indignation, he also understood that with things having reached this point, there was no room for maneuver.

Even the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation was easily broken by the opponent; he had no choice but to bow his head.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he glared at Dijun.

"Dijun, I shall spare your life for now.

After one Epoch, my Witch Race will surely flatten your Demon Race's Heavenly Court!"

"Hmph, after one Epoch, I will surely make your Witch Race extinct!" Dijun snorted coldly, but secretly felt relieved.

If not for the Dao Ancestor's appearance and the descent of Pangu's True Body, the Demon Race would likely have been annihilated by now.

Although the Demon Race lost this battle, he was not discouraged.

If not for the Witch Race setting up the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation, they would have been defeated today without a doubt!

As for these harsh words, they were not just empty threats.

He was fully confident that after one Epoch, the Demon Race would be able to break this grand formation!

And so, a world-shaking, epic battle concluded hastily.

The Witch and Demon Races each withdrew their troops, returning to a temporary peace.

But everyone knew that this was merely the calm before the storm.

The true decisive battle would commence after one Epoch!

In Nuwa's dojo.

Tongtian's expression was solemn, his face slightly pale.

He, as a Saint, had the most profound perception of the power Hongjun had displayed just now.

That boundless Heavenly Dao power was terrifying beyond imagination.

Even with his current cultivation reaching the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, he still felt a deep sense of unease.

No wonder people say that below the Heavenly Dao, even Saints are like ants.

Only now did he truly understand the meaning of this sentence.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he was walking the path of proving the Dao in the Primordial Chaos, rather than the path of a Saint dependent on the Heavenly Dao.

Although Heavenly Dao Saints could wield the power of the Heavenly Dao, and their strength could be considered supreme.

But looking at it from another angle, this was also a form of invisible shackles.

When cultivation reached a higher realm, how would the Heavenly Dao allow you to break free from its constraints and rise above it?

Putting himself in their shoes, no cultivator would wish to be bound.

Let alone the cold and heartless Heavenly Dao?

Tongtian finally understood why Hongjun chose to Combine with Dao.

With the path ahead severed, only by Combining with Dao could one glimpse a more distant future.