Terrifying Flesh!

Da Yi spun around like lightning, swift and without a trace of hesitation.

Retreat!

What shame in dying in battle?

What failure of the mission?

Before this earth-shattering terror—one that could decide the entire fate of the Witch Race—all of it meant nothing!

He had to go back!

He had to bring this news to Pangu Hall at once!

The Golden Crow could undergo Nirvana!

And its form after Nirvana was a dual-peak monster, combining the supreme Great Dao of the Sun with terrifying physical might!

This went beyond his understanding of "Nirvana Rebirth"—it was like a deadly joke the Heavenly Dao had played on the Witch Race!

He had to escape alive and bring back this intelligence, vital to the Witch Race's survival!

Any hesitation was a betrayal of the Pangu bloodline!

"Thinking of leaving now? Too late."

Lu Jun's voice rang out again.

He moved!

Like a falling star.

Like the sun reigning over the sky.

Like the collapse of the universe!

Like a Fierce Beast of the Prehistoric World on the prowl.

The entire void twisted and warped under the tearing force of searing heat and gravity, shattering inch by inch like fragile glass!

A violent Suction Force instantly took shape, clinging tightly to every Witch Race warrior trying to flee, including Da Yi!

"Ugh—!"

"I can't move!"

"The space... the space is tearing us apart!"

The Witch Race warriors screamed in terror.

Their proud physical strength, before this terrifying spatial power, was utterly pale and useless!

Their bodies were yanked by an invisible, colossal force, sliding uncontrollably toward the collapsing vortex radiating destruction!

Da Yi bore the brunt of it!

Every step he took weighed a million tons!

The Suction Force from the center of the collapsing vortex nearly tore his body and Primordial Spirit apart, devouring them whole!

He frantically channeled his witch power, muscles bulging, veins popping, trying to break free from the invisible shackles—but his speed was brutally slowed by several times over!

"Stay, Da Yi."

Lu Jun's voice remained calm, yet carried the cold indifference of one who held life and death in his hands.

"The score between us isn't settled yet."

That palm seemed to transcend the bounds of time and space, swelling instantly in Da Yi's eyes!

"No—!"

Da Yi's eyes split at the corners as he let out a roar of unwilling defiance!

He madly drove the Great Luo witch power within him, struggling to break free from the terrifying gravity of the spatial collapse.

The Sun-Shooting Bow in his hand blazed with a piercing, icy blue light, and he even tried to nock another arrow!

Even without the Sun-Shooting Arrow, he still had the Sun-Shooting Bow!

But before an absolute gap in power, all resistance was laughably futile!

"Pfft!"

Lu Jun seized Da Yi's throat with the precision and ruthlessness of pinching a moth diving into a flame!

"Ugh—!"

The terrifying force from that palm instantly crushed every struggle, every ounce of witch power, every shred of fury!

His once-proud strength, before the other's Ancestral Witch-level Body, was as insignificant as dust!

Humiliation!

Despair!

Powerlessness!

Da Yi's eyes were bloodshot, brimming with extreme rage and defiance.

But deeper still was the helplessness of being unable to move his opponent.

He was like prey nailed to a chopping block, forced to watch himself fall into the other's grasp.

Lu Jun felt the struggling force in his palm—a power that, among Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, was already top-tier, enough to shake mountains.

Yet before his current physical form, it was like an ant trying to topple a tree.

A surge of overwhelming dominance, born from the depths of his bloodline, welled up within him, nearly intoxicating him.

But beneath the flame of excitement, a sliver of icy worry coiled like a venomous snake, stealthily raising its head.

"Primordial Unity Golden Immortal... in the end, just Primordial Unity..."

A rational voice reminded him.

He could crush Da Yi only by relying on this reborn body, whose terror rivaled that of the Ancestral Witch—a pure, absolute suppression on the level of raw physical power.

But what about the Ancestral Witches themselves?

Those peak existences who had lived for countless eons, wielding the fundamental laws of heaven and earth?

Zhu Rong! Gong Gong! Di Jiang! Xuanming!

They not only possessed the True Body of the Ancestral Witch, which was no less—or perhaps even greater—than his current flesh.

More terrifying was their ultimate mastery over the Great Daos of fire, water, space, and ice!

That was an unfathomable might capable of reshaping heaven and earth, redefining the very elements!

It was absolutely not something his current "shell"—brute strength alone, with his Dao comprehension still stuck at the Primordial Unity level—could contend with!

If an Ancestral Witch were to come now...

This thought doused him like ice water, instantly cooling his boiling blood by several degrees.

Time to go!

His gaze swept over the ordinary Witch Race warriors in the distance, still writhing and wailing in the spatial collapse vortex like lambs to the slaughter.

Then it fell upon the eight Star Eggs in the nest, each faintly pulsing with life.

He couldn't take them all at once now—especially Big Brother and Second Brother, whose Star Eggs, transformed from Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, were each horrifyingly massive.

"Forget it, I'm leaving now!"

But just then, a furious roar rang out:

"Damned Witch Race, how dare you kill my nephew!"