Invincible Below the Saints, One-for-One Above Them!

Inside Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti coldly watched all of this; the saints' ruthlessness was not merely empty words.

"Junior brother, I wonder what the final outcome of this scheme will be."

"Senior brother, no matter how much we two brothers scheme, it's all for the prosperity of the West and the rise of the Heavenly Dao. As for the outcome, let's leave it to fate!"

After they finished speaking, they closed their eyes and ignored them.

When Di Jiang and the others returned to the Witch Clan, their faces were all grave.

"My uncle has repeatedly warned us not to provoke karma, but now that my Witch Clan has killed nine princes of the Heavenly Court, the people of the Heavenly Court will certainly not let this go."

"Brother, what are we afraid of? The Heavenly Court is nothing. With the current strength of my Witch Clan, we can destroy it with a wave of our hand!"

"Third brother, can you please not be so impulsive for once? Let's hear what eldest brother has to say!"

Xuan Ming looked at Zhu Rong, wishing he could confront the Heavenly Court right now and speak up to stop him.

Zhu Rong wasn't afraid of Xuan Ming; at worst, he'd just beat up his sister.

He was about to lash out when he saw Hou Tu looking at him angrily, and he withdrew his outstretched hand.

"Third Brother, Sister Xuan Ming is right. We can't treat this lightly. The Witch and Demon Calamity is of utmost importance. If we don't handle it properly, it will ruin Uncle's plans. We must listen to Eldest Brother's arrangements!"

Seeing that Zhu Rong had fallen silent, Di Jiang's expression softened slightly. "My little sister is right. This is a matter of great importance and cannot be taken lightly. I'm going to the Three Immortals Island. You all must guard them closely and be on guard against any attacks from the Heavenly Court!"

"Little sister, go to the Netherworld Blood Sea and inform Nether River that if our Witch Clan goes to war with the Heavenly Court, Nether River can seize the opportunity to act!"

Having said that, Di Jiang stopped and tore through space, heading straight for the Three Immortals Island.

Hou Tu also left the Pangu Hall and headed straight for the Netherworld Blood Sea!

Countless weak races migrated to various places, far away from the vicinity of Buzhou Mountain, while the powerful Demon Clan spread their wings and flew high towards the Heavenly Court.

The entire Primordial Wilderness was unusually quiet, as if a storm was brewing.

Three Immortals Island.

Dao Protection Hall, Taichu sat upright at the head of the hall!

Xuan Yuan, Caifeng, Six-Eared Macaque, Kui Ox, White Tiger, Tongtian, Nuwa all sat below with solemn expressions.

"When Ten Golden Crows emerge from the mountains, nine will perish. The secrets of heaven have been stirred up, and the Witch and Demon Calamity is about to erupt. The time has come, and the underground passage must be opened. You must prepare for the worst!"

"Xuan Yuan, you keep an eye on Kunlun Mountain and watch over Laozi and Yuanshi. Tongtian, you watch over the Two Sages of the West."

"Kui Ox, Nuwa, White Tiger, the three of you will follow me."

"Caifeng, Hongjun still has a backup plan. Go to the Witch-Demon Battlefield to prevent anyone from secretly stirring things up!"

"Uncle, your nephew Di Jiang requests an audience!"

With a Taichu grab, the Great Primordial Hand caused Di Jiang to suddenly find himself in the Dao Protection Hall.

"Nephew Di Jiang greets Uncle, senior brothers and sisters, and fellow Daoists!"

Taichu looked at Di Jiang and said softly, "Did you come for the sake of the Witch and Demon Race?"

"Uncle is right, that's exactly why I've come!"

"Your uncle already knows the whole story, so you can go back in peace."

Di Jiang was completely bewildered and looked at Taichu with a puzzled expression. "Uncle, what should I do?"

"Just do as you see fit; your uncle has made arrangements!"

Although Di Jiang did not understand what Taichu had planned, he unconditionally trusted his uncle.

"Yes, Uncle, I understand!"

With a wave of his hand, Tai Taichu sent Di Jiang back to the Pangu Hall.

In the Heavenly Court!

All the powerful members of the Demon Clan were already waiting outside the Great Hero Hall.

Ever since Di Jun and Tai Yi brought the little golden crow back to the Heavenly Court, the two brothers gathered Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and spent a thousand years to finally save the little golden crow's life.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, looking at the Ten Golden Crows who had awakened, finally lowered his clenched fists:

"Tenth Golden Crow, quickly tell your uncle what exactly happened that day, and how you broke through the formation your uncle set up and escaped?"

Little Golden Crow looked at Eastern Emperor Taiyi with a wronged expression. "Uncle, didn't you send Black Wind Daoist over that day to tell your nephews that we could go to the Witch Clan?"

"Black Wind Daoist? Which Black Wind Daoist?"

Taiyi Dijun and the Ten Golden Crows looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing what they had heard.

Fuxi had already begun his deductions without stopping, and Dijun unfolded the Hetu Luoshu to assist Fuxi. Large beads of sweat streamed down Fuxi's forehead.

After a long while, Fuxi looked at Dijun and Taiyi with a heavy expression.

Dijun's face was ashen, his teeth clenched so tightly his hands cracked. "What a deep scheme, what a brilliant scheme! Who is plotting against my Heavenly Court, against my child!"

Fuxi, pale-faced, shook his head weakly. "Heavenly Emperor, there are only a handful of people who can conceal the secrets of Heaven!"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, shattering the throne made of Innate Spiritual Treasure with a single palm strike.

"Brother, this grudge must be avenged! So what if he's a saint? Below a saint, I am invincible; above a saint, I'll trade one for one. I must seek justice for my dead nephew!"

Dijun's eyes were bloodshot and veins bulged on his forehead, but he eventually lowered his raised fist.

"Taiyi, this matter requires further consideration! We still don't know who's behind it all!"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi looked at Dijun with a livid face. "So be it, elder brother. No matter who plotted against us, it was the Witch Clan that harmed my nephew. We must find someone to avenge this Blood Sea."

Dijun looked up to the sky and roared, his grief and despair evident. "Very well, this time we'll listen to Taiyi. No matter who plotted against my Heavenly Court, someone must pay for my child's life. This time we'll fight the Witch Clan. If we can draw out the mastermind behind it all..."

"If we can draw out the mastermind behind this, we will fight even with the full force of the Heavenly Court!" Eastern Emperor Taiyi said coldly, echoing Dijun's words.

"Bai Ze?"

"Your humble servant is here!"

"Quickly summon my Heavenly Court Army and march on the Witch Clan!"

Bai Ze accepted the order and immediately summoned the Ten Great Demon Commanders and countless rogue cultivators. At Dijun's command, all the Heavenly Court experts charged towards the Witch Clan.

A vast and mighty army of the Heavenly Court flew toward the territory of the Witch Clan, its sky obscuring the sun.

Just as the three emperors of the Heavenly Court and Kunpeng towards the Primordial Continent, they felt a chill down their spines and were startled as if they were being targeted by a great terror.

However, this feeling was fleeting, and the group didn't pay it any more attention.

Seeing the Heavenly Court's powerful warriors emerge in full force, the entire Primordial Wilderness land was shocked. After countless years of friction, the decisive battle Witch and Demon Race finally began.

Looking at the overwhelming number of powerful Demon Clan, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also had a heavy expression. Although the Witch Clan was not afraid of war, it was inevitable that countless Witch Clan warriors would lose their lives.

"Di Jiang, come out and face your death!"

Dijun's voice arrived even before he did.

"You've come at the perfect time! I'll see if your Grandpa Zhu Rong doesn't tear you apart and roast you!"

Before Di Jiang could speak, Zhu Rong roared and charged out.

The Eleven Ancestral Witches, including Di Jiang, also headed towards the Heavenly Court.

Without any unnecessary words, the deep-seated grudges Witch and Demon Race meant that any contact would be a deadly attack.

Zhu Rong's body was engulfed in flames, and he rushed towards Dijun like a burning meteor.

Dijun snorted coldly, and the Sun True Fire erupted from behind him, colliding with Zhu Rong's flames.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be set ablaze, with scorching air currents sweeping in all directions.