Falling into a Sea of Fire!

Sensing the Twelve Ancestral Witches approaching with overwhelming power, Zhunti's heart tightened, feeling as uncomfortable as if he'd swallowed a fly.

A hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and his expression turned grim.

The Western lands were unlike the Demon Race's territory, which was filled with experts. Here, Grand Unity Golden Immortals and Quasi-Saints were few and far between.

If they truly fell out with the Witch Race and started fighting, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Jieyin, who was still in seclusion, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

He opened his eyes and immediately began calculating with his fingers.

The next moment, his face turned ashen.

He quickly emerged from his secret cultivation chamber and, with a solemn expression, approached Zhunti.

"Junior brother, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into?"

Zhunti spread his hands in confusion, "How should I know? I haven't had any dealings with the Witch Race."

He felt a surge of injustice, why was he being dragged into every mess?

"This must be someone's scheme from the shadows."

"Now is not the time to discuss this, we need to quickly find a solution."

Jieyin sighed, his tone filled with helplessness.

It seemed this calamity could not be avoided.

He could only hope the Twelve Ancestral Witches would show mercy, otherwise, his only significant treasure, the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit, might not withstand even one axe blow from Pangu's phantom.

Suddenly, Zhunti seemed to recall something, and his heart skipped a beat.

He hesitantly recounted his previous visit to the Heavenly Court.

His intuition told him that the Witch Race's aggressive approach this time was likely related to that incident.

"Foolishness, junior brother."

Jieyin chided him but didn't say much more.

The deed was done, and dwelling on it was useless.

He rapidly pondered a countermeasure.

"Your little stunt has truly screwed Jieyin and Zhunti over."

Nuwa chuckled, covering her mouth as she watched the scene in the Xuan Guang Mirror.

Sending that image to the Twelve Ancestral Witches wasn't just delivering a message; it was fanning the flames!

"A minor matter. Those who scheme against others will eventually be schemed against themselves."

"If Zhunti hadn't been restless, how would I have had this opportunity to make this move?"

Tongtian chuckled lightly, a hint of pride in his voice.

He already disliked those two, and if he had a chance to make them suffer a bit, he naturally wouldn't hold back.

Even if it were Laozi, Yuanshi, or Dijun and Taiyi, he wouldn't have shown an ounce of leniency.

Changxi and Xihe exchanged glances, a flicker of shock crossing their faces.

From their brief conversation, they realized a fact:

The reason the Twelve Ancestral Witches were going after Jieyin and Zhunti was secretly orchestrated by Tongtian.

This masterful use of "borrowing a knife to kill" sent an involuntary shiver down their spines, and they became more vigilant.

They were afraid that if they weren't careful, they might fall into his schemes.

In the Heavenly Court.

"Damn it, who leaked the news?"

"Could it be him?"

Dijun cursed angrily, a familiar figure appearing in his mind.

Upon closer thought, it seemed only Tongtian, who had already attained Sainthood, could have stealthily spied on their plans.

The thought sent a chill down his spine, and he abandoned the idea of intervening to help Zhunti and the others.

Firstly, with the Dao Ancestor's prohibition, if he rashly interfered and opposed the Witch Race, the Dao Ancestor himself might take action.

Secondly, his alliance with Zhunti was recent, and their predicament would not significantly affect him.

Thirdly, Zhunti had already sworn a Heavenly Dao oath, so even if he didn't act, they would still have to help him in the future.

Otherwise, the backlash from the Heavenly Dao would be no joke.

Since he could benefit from watching the tigers fight from the sidelines, why should he be the one to stick his neck out for an unrewarding task?

What if he angered Tongtian and got himself into trouble? That would be a loss.

"Zhunti! Get out here and face your Ancestor Witch grandfathers!!!"

Zhurong, known for his fiery temper, roared and stepped forward first.

His flames churned with his rage, making him look like an ancient ferocious beast poised to strike its prey from afar.

His roar, like thunder, shook every corner of the Western lands.

It terrified many low-level creatures, turning their faces ashen and their legs to jelly.

Especially the older ones, who had long since found places to hide, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire if anything went wrong.

That world-shattering battle between Dao and Demon all those years ago was still fresh in their memories!

"Greetings, fellow Daoists. May I ask why you have come here?"

Jieyin, with a troubled expression, secretly arranged for Zhunti to be ready for a quick escape. He himself calmly faced the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

At this moment, all they could rely on was their glib tongues to maneuver and try to de-escalate the hostility.

Otherwise, with just the rage of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Mount Sumeru would likely be reduced to dust in an instant.

Alas, ideals were beautiful, but reality was extremely cruel.

Given the straightforward and fierce temperaments of the Ancestral Witches, how could they allow him to babble on with excuses?

Moreover, his brother and he had already earned a terrible reputation. In the Primordial World, hardly anyone was willing to show them any courtesy.

Therefore, before Jieyin could finish speaking, his response was an unimaginably huge fist.

The fist, wreathed in scorching flames, descended like a small mountain crushing down upon his face.

Vegetation along its path instantly turned to ash, and the air warped from the intense heat.

Seeing this, Jieyin's expression turned serious, and he hurriedly summoned the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus of Merit to defend himself.

It wasn't that he feared Zhurong alone, but rather that there were still eleven equally formidable existences glaring at them from all sides, leaving him no choice but to be extremely cautious.

BOOM!

A deafening roar erupted from the site of the battle.

In an instant, the shockwave spread for millions of miles.

The violent aftershocks caused the already fragile Western World, weakened by the battle between Dao and Demon, to tremble once more, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Jieyin's face changed drastically. Without time to think, he immediately controlled the Golden Lotus to stabilize the heavens and earth.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches naturally wouldn't care, but he and Zhunti had been born and raised here.

If the Western Continent were to suffer further heavy damage because of this, how could they, brothers, establish themselves in the future?

Zhunti, who had been lying in wait, was stunned on the spot.

Didn't they agree to retreat immediately if the situation turned unfavorable? Why did they start fighting so suddenly?

Cursin silently, he hastily waved the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and appeared beside Jieyin.

His powerful magic surged out, stabilizing the turbulent space around them.

"Zhunti, you cowardly turtle, you finally show yourself! Take this!"

Dijiang and the others, upon seeing Zhunti, roared and attacked him in unison.

Eleven attacks, each comparable to those of a Quasi-Saint, surged towards him. Zhunti's scalp tingled, and a strong premonition of death welled up in his heart.

In his panic, he no longer cared about dignity, dodging and weaving in a desperate, disheveled manner.

When the first wave of attacks ended, and he found himself still alive, Zhunti swallowed hard, his face ashen.

Just as he was cursing the Ancestral Witches for not playing by the rules, he suddenly heard a violent roar from behind him.

His heart tightened, and a sense of foreboding suddenly arose.

He turned around abruptly, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, as if they would spew fire.

It turned out that the eleven Ancestral Witches had no intention of truly attacking him; their previous fierce display was merely a bluff.

Their true target was Mount Sumeru behind him!

Under the deliberate surprise attack of the eleven Ancestral Witches, even though Mount Sumeru was protected by a defensive formation, it only held for a moment before shattering with a deafening roar. The entire Mount Sumeru was instantly engulfed by the violent power.

In an instant, mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, the sky fell, and the ground caved in, with continuous roars.

"Damn it!"

Jieyin gritted his teeth and cursed, turning to mobilize the Golden Lotus to protect Mount Sumeru.

But before he could take a step, the surroundings were engulfed in a sea of fire.

Even he didn't dare to be careless in the face of flames that could burn the heavens and boil the seas.

A moment's negligence would result in injury.

"You dare destroy my Mount Sumeru! You villain!!!"

Standing in the void, Zhunti's face was as dark as ink.

He raised his hand and pointed at Dijiang and the others, trembling with rage.

Mount Sumeru was the most spiritually rich immortal mountain on the entire Western Continent.

Once destroyed, the entire West would have no place with such dense spiritual energy.

This was clearly undermining the foundation of his brother and himself, how could he not be angry!

It was a pity that anger was useless.

The Ancestral Witches, who had always been fearless and were now in the right, naturally turned a deaf ear to Zhunti's words.

Their actions did not slow down in the slightest.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Deafening roars echoed continuously over the Western Continent.

The entire Mount Sumeru shook violently, as if trembling.

If one observed carefully, they would notice that the mountain body had already begun to show subtle cracks.

If the Ancestral Witches continued to exert pressure for a moment longer, Mount Sumeru would likely collapse with a loud crash.

"You brat! You've gone too far!!!"

Zhunti's rage burned, and he roared at the sky.

He waved the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand repeatedly, and streaks of brilliant light cut through the void, pointing directly at the Eleven Ancestral Witches.

However, facing this fierce offensive, Houtu, among the Ancestral Witches, stepped forward and used the law of earth.

Instantly, layers of earth-elemental barriers, as heavy as mountains, rose from the ground, forcefully blocking the attacks of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

"This guy is too annoying. Big Brother, I'll deal with him."

Gonggong couldn't help but frown, his voice low and his tone impatient.

As soon as he spoke, he revealed his true Ancestral Witch form.

His figure was hundreds of thousands of feet tall, his aura was like a rainbow, and he laughed heartily at the sky.

"Zhunti! Let me show you the might of Gonggong, your grandpa!"

With that, he and Zhunti fought fiercely.

Without any obstruction, the remaining ten Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang, moved even faster.

Wherever they went, with every gesture, they destroyed a formation.

In just a short moment, the last blessed land on the Western Continent collapsed under the violent assault of the Ancestral Witches.

Countless observing great divine powers were shocked by this scene and couldn't help but gasp.

"Hiss—This is too ruthless! Jieyin and Zhunti will probably regret it to their dying day."

"Serves them right! Who told them to provoke the Witch Race? Don't they know that every single one of the Witch Race are hotheads?"

"The strength of these Twelve Ancestral Witches seems to have reached a new level. Now, in the Primordial World, perhaps only the Dao Ancestor and Saint Tongtian can suppress them."

"Too terrifying, they fight as soon as they say it. Who can stop them?"

"Madmen, a bunch of madmen! There isn't a normal person in the Witch Race!"

In front of the Xuan Guang Mirror, Nuwa and Xihe, the sisters, were dumbfounded, looking at each other.

That was the last blessed land on the Western Continent, and it was destroyed just like that?

Regardless of Jieyin and Zhunti's reputation, they were future Saints, yet their dojos were completely dismantled. It was unbelievable to even think about.

"What's there to be surprised about? It's just a Mount Sumeru, and only Jieyin and Zhunti treat it as a treasure."

Tongtian curled his lips, not caring at all.

His gaze remained fixed on the Xuan Guang Mirror.

After Mount Sumeru collapsed, Jieyin and Zhunti seemed to have gone mad, their eyes red, and they launched a frantic attack on the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

But the result was self-evident.

They were already no match for the Ancestral Witches, and now they were fighting in a rage, their combat power not even reaching seventy percent.

After a severe beating, Dijiang sent a low voice transmission to everyone.