The Witch-Demon War Ends, Buzhou Mountain Collapses

The Demon Race's forces weren't faring any better.

While high-ranking members of the Demon Race like Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Fuxi were unharmed, the vast demon army that participated in the formation was in a different situation.

The full-power strike from Pangu's true body was simply too terrifying; it was clearly not something the lesser demons could withstand.

Under such a fearsome blow, not only was the Grand Formation of the Stars broken, but at least half of the demons within the formation perished.

As the smoke from the collision of the two great formations dissipated, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Fuxi, and the others gradually revealed themselves.

They were all injured, and Kunpeng had lost one of his wings.

"Everyone, now that Xiang Liu has fallen, it is our prime opportunity to counterattack. We must kill the remaining eleven Ancestral Witches. Once the Ancestral Witches are eliminated, victory will belong to our Demon Race."

With that, Di Jun, wielding the Witch-Slaying Sword, charged towards the Witch Race.

Seeing Di Jun charge, Di Jiang's eyes narrowed. He called out to Qiang Liang, and they met the attack head-on.

Times had changed. Now, with the Witch-Slaying Sword in hand, Di Jiang might not even be defeated by Di Jun, even with Qiang Liang's assistance.

Tai Yi was even more ferocious. Wielding the Chaos Bell, he single-handedly fought five Ancestral Witches.

Fuxi faced Gonggong, Kunpeng faced Zhu Jiuyin, and the remaining seven Demon Sages held off Xuanming and Zhu Rong.

The battlefield instantly became a chaotic mess.

Throughout the Primordial Chaos, a large portion of the land was filled with slaughter.

This decisive battle determined the future fate of the Witch and Demon races. To survive, they could only kill the other side.

The powerful figures of both races were intensely targeted, often fighting against multiple enemies. The saying "many ants can bite an elephant to death" was proven true in this decisive battle between the Witches and Demons.

The battle between the Witches and Demons raged with earth-shattering intensity. Unless one had reached the immortal and indestructible realm of a Saint, even a peak Quasi-Saint could not guarantee their survival.

It could be said that every moment of this decisive battle saw millions of lives perishing in the Primordial Chaos.

The blood and flesh of the Witch and Demon races were scattered everywhere across the land of the Primordial Chaos, with countless corpses piled up. This was truly a river of blood.

Of course, these corpses of the Witch and Demon races also served a purpose. As time passed, they would eventually become nourishment for the Primordial Chaos.

Di Jun, in the midst of the battlefield, wielded the Witch-Slaying Sword as if he were a descending god.

His fierce attacks made it impossible for Di Jiang and Qiang Liang to meet them head-on, forcing them to dodge as best they could. However, their bodies were still left scarred by the sword energy of the Witch-Slaying Sword.

If the fight continued, Di Jiang and Qiang Liang would likely face a grim fate.

"Big Brother, move aside!"

Qiang Liang roared, as if he had made a firm decision. He did not dodge the attack, but charged directly at Di Jun.

Qiang Liang's aura continuously expanded, and his laws seemed to be pushed to their absolute limit.

Seeing this, Di Jiang's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in shock, "No, Qiang Liang, stop!"

Di Jun's expression also changed drastically, but it was too late to escape.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, Qiang Liang's body exploded, and the immense shockwave directly blasted Di Jun away.

Protected by the Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, the River Luo Diagram, Di Jun did not die in the explosion. As the residual waves slowly subsided, Di Jun appeared before everyone, covered in blood.

His aura was chaotic, and his face was pale, but he was still capable of fighting.

Seeing Qiang Liang sacrifice himself to create an opportunity for the Witch Race, Di Jiang's eyes showed a trace of sorrow, but also a surge of madness.

In an instant, Di Jiang's aura surged, and he charged towards Di Jun without regard for his own safety.

Boom!

Another deafening explosion sounded. The self-destruction of the two Ancestral Witches was truly world-shattering.

Even the Saints felt a hint of fear. The madness of the Ancestral Witches clearly exceeded their expectations. To achieve their goals, they were even willing to resort to self-destruction. There was no one in the Primordial Chaos who could compare to such madness.

When the dust settled, Di Jiang and Qiang Liang were nowhere to be seen on the battlefield. The two leaders of their respective races had both perished.

"Big Brother!"

Tai Yi, standing nearby, was filled with grief and rage at Di Jun's demise, his eyes fixed on the Witch Race with murderous intent.

The fall of Di Jiang and Qiang Liang also caused the Witch Race's expressions to change drastically, followed by utter frenzy.

"You feathered mongrel, pay with your life for my Big Brother and Qiang Liang!"

Rushou roared, his aura surging once more. Tianwu, seeing this, also circulated his magical power. Together, they charged towards Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two more massive explosions echoed.

Rushou and Tianwu had also self-destructed.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, possessing the Xiantian Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell, was slightly stronger than Di Jun. The self-destruction of the two Ancestral Witches did not kill him.

However, he was left barely clinging to life, and the Xiantian Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell was nowhere to be found.

"Rushou! Tianwu!"

Another two Ancestral Witches fell, driving the remaining ones into a complete frenzy.

"I'll take you with me!"

"Boom!"

Hezi self-destructed, choosing to take Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was no longer able to fight, down with him.

"Hahahaha!"

"Since things have come to this, let's all perish together!"

Zhu Rong self-destructed. Not only Zhu Rong, but Goumang, Shebishi, and other Ancestral Witches also detonated themselves, intending to drag the Saints of the Demon Race down with them in mutual destruction.

In just a moment, the remaining seven Great Demon Sages were annihilated.

As for Kunpeng, he was quite cunning. After Di Jun's demise, he had already harbored thoughts of retreating. The subsequent self-destruction of Tianwu and others only solidified his resolve.

Seeing the Ancestral Witches detonating themselves one after another, Kunpeng immediately revealed his true form, snatched Di Jun's River Luo Diagram, and fled the battlefield.

In contrast, Fuxi was not so fortunate. Caught off guard, Zhu Jiuyin embraced him in a mutual destruction. However, Nuwa and Xuan Yi had been closely monitoring the battlefield. The moment Fuxi fell, Nuwa acted swiftly, using the Shanhe Sheji Diagram to capture a trace of Fuxi's true spirit.

With the high-ranking members of both the Witch and Demon races annihilated, the Witch-Demon war drew to a close. Both races suffered heavy losses, leaving only Gonggong, who had been knocked unconscious by the explosions before he could self-destruct.

The long battle ended, and the decisive confrontation between the Witches and Demons finally concluded. This great tribulation of heaven and earth was successfully weathered. All the Ancestral Witches perished, and the Demon Race's leadership was utterly destroyed. From then on, both races completely withdrew from the stage of the Primordial Chaos.

In the ruins of the Witch-Demon battlefield, Gonggong, who had been knocked unconscious by the explosions, slowly awoke.

"Big Brother! All my brothers and sisters!"

Seeing that he was the sole survivor, Gonggong was overcome with grief, and tears streamed down his face.

"Since you have all fallen, I shall not live on alone!"

The Ancestral Witch Gonggong developed a death wish. In his grief and rage, he charged headfirst towards Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain was unshakeable to other beings, but Gonggong, as a descendant of Pangu, caused the heavenly pillar of Buzhou Mountain to break on the spot with his charge.

In an instant, the earth shook violently, and the pillar of Buzhou Mountain snapped.

The broken upper section cascaded down, striking the earth and stirring up countless clouds of dust. The Primordial Chaos land began to crack, earth fire erupted, lava spewed forth, the Heavenly River Water fell, and floods raged.

This Heavenly River Water was incredibly poisonous, capable of devouring primordial spirits. Even a drop would result in utter annihilation. The creatures of the Primordial Chaos faced a catastrophe of extinction.

For a time, the Primordial Chaos was filled with wails and countless vengeful spirits. Innumerable beings desperately fled. The Witch and Demon races, already depleted, suffered further losses, with more than half of their remaining numbers perishing.

At this critical juncture, a colossal cauldron transformed into a towering entity, absorbing the cascading Heavenly River Water into itself.

Following that, a ruler radiating the power of Merit appeared. It grew against the wind, and soon became a colossal ruler that temporarily propped up the collapsing heaven and earth.

It turned out that Xuan Yi, who had been observing the Witch-Demon war, had intervened.

However, supporting the heavens was no easy feat. Even with Xuan Yi's current cultivation, equivalent to the fifth level of a Heavenly Dao Saint, he was struggling.

Waves of immense force continuously pressed down, making it difficult for Xuan Yi to breathe.

"Wa'er, hurry and help!"