On the Chaos Battlefield, the black torrent of the Demon Puppet army was steadily weakened by the layered formations of the disciples of the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, yet its numbers remained suffocatingly vast. Demon Puppets at the primordial Daluo golden immortal level moved across the battlefield like black mountains, each attack collapsing the chaos across an entire area. Those at the primordial origin golden immortal level numbered in the hundreds of thousands, filling the battlefield like a black tide and squeezing the disciples' defensive lines ever tighter.
The Great Witches of the Witch Race stood at the very forefront of the battlefield, facing the fiercest wave of the Demon Puppet army's assault head-on. Chi You's Tiger Soul Saber was already stained with the remains of tens of thousands of Demon Puppets. Its blood-red blade light roamed through the chaos like a crimson dragon, every sweep hacking a vast swath of puppets into fragments. Xing Tian wielded the Shield-Axe like the wind, each strike blasting open a Void Crack in the chaos and sweeping the advancing puppets into boundless darkness. Hou Yi's arrows remained precise and deadly. Each crossed the distance of several Great Thousand Worlds, pierced the core of a primordial Daluo golden immortal-level Demon Puppet, and blasted it into a cloud of black luminous mist.
Yet the Demon Puppet army's numbers were simply too vast. The shattered remains reassembled in the chaos into new Demon Puppets, as though no amount of killing or cutting could ever exhaust them. After Chi You's Tiger Soul Saber had slain tens of thousands in succession, a web of fine cracks had appeared across its blade. Xing Tian's Shield-Axe had also grown scorching hot from the prolonged, punishing clashes, until even its grips began to burn his hands. Though Hou Yi's