On the Chaos Battlefield, the Ancestral Witch True Body's enormous axe continued to cleave rift after rift through the Demon Puppet army's flank, tearing the black tide apart layer by layer. Yet the Demon Puppet army was simply too vast. Even with its flank suppressed by the Ancestral Witch True Body, pressure from the frontal battlefield continued to surge like a tide toward the core defensive line held by Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Just then, a dazzling radiance suddenly lit up the other side of the Chaos Void, like a newborn sea of stars opening its eyes in the darkness.
It was the Spirit Race army.
Donghua stood at the very forefront of the Spirit Race army, dressed in azure Daoist robes, his features handsome and refined, Yi Wood force circulating ceaselessly around him. Behind him, the Spirit Race stood in orderly ranks, each member radiating the gentle glow of Yi Wood force, like countless towering trees rooted in Chaos, their roots plunging deep into the void and their branches spreading in every direction. The Spirit Race's formation was called the "Myriad Trees Return-to-Origin Formation." With Yi Wood force at its core, it united the strength of the entire army into a sea of vitality spanning several worlds.
The cultivators of the Spirit Firmament True Realm closely followed both sides of the Spirit Race army, forming supporting formations with spiritual radiance of every hue. Under Donghua's command, they coordinated with the Spirit Race army as seamlessly as a heavenly robe without a single stitch. Their magical treasures wove an enormous net of light through Chaos, intercepting every Demon Puppet that tried to surge in from the sides.
"Spirit Race, form ranks!" Donghua's voice swept through Chaos like a spring breeze over the plains, gentle yet carrying unshakable resolve.