Amid furious roars, the two sides had already clashed in a tangled melee.
Magical treasures collided, divine abilities struck against one another, and the sky was painted in dazzling colors.
The casualties were horrific. In the blink of an eye, corpses carpeted the ground, and blood flowed in torrents.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Vast dharma power churned the void, sending ripples outward as space cracked inch by inch.
Its might was enough to shatter mountains, sever seas, crush stars, and tear apart the cosmos.
The Ancestor Witch True Bodies, millions of zhang tall, stood with their feet upon the earth and stars resting upon their shoulders.
With every opening and closing of their fists and palms,
their control over power had reached perfection.
Every trace of force was condensed with absolute precision, without the slightest leakage.
With every strike,
even Quasi-Saint experts had no choice but to meet it with their full strength, not daring to relax in the slightest.
Three-legged Golden Crows wreathed in Solar True Fire spread their wings and soared, their blazing flames sweeping across hundreds of millions of miles.
Pillars of fire hundreds of thousands of zhang thick crisscrossed the void,
and even space itself was scorched into distortion.
It was a sign that the Solar True Fire had burned to its utmost limit.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The tolling of the Chaos Bell echoed continuously between Heaven and Earth,
each ring carrying destructive power as it swept across hundreds of millions of miles.
Shockwaves surged like raging tides, while the sounds of slaughter resounded through half the Primordial World.
Countless Great Witches and demon gods perished in body and soul before they could even cry out.
Below them, entire swathes of kings turned to ash with every breath. Their blood swiftly gathered into rushing rivers of crimson,