The members of the Demon Race did not fare much better either.
Although Di Jun, Tai Yi, Fuxi, and the other higher-ups of the Demon Race were unharmed, the Demon Race army members who had participated in forming the array were different.
The full-force strike of the Pangu True Body had been far too terrifying, clearly beyond what those insignificant members of the Demon Race could withstand.
Under such a terrifying blow, not only was the Grand Formation of the Stars shattered, but at least half of the Demon Race members within the formation had perished.
As the smoke from the collision between the two great formations gradually dispersed, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Fuxi, and the others revealed themselves one after another.
They were all injured as well. Kunpeng had even lost one of his wings in the explosion.
"Everyone, now that Xiang Liu has fallen, this is the perfect chance for us to strike back. We must kill the remaining eleven Ancestor Witches. Once the Ancestor Witches are destroyed, victory will belong to our Demon Race."
With that, Di Jun gripped the Witch-Slaying Sword and charged toward the Witch Race.
Seeing Di Jun attack, Di Jiang's gaze sharpened. He called Qiang Liang over and went forward to meet him.
Things were different now. With the Witch-Slaying Sword in Di Jun's hand, even if Di Jiang joined forces with Qiang Liang, they might not be able to defeat him.
Tai Yi was even more valiant. Wielding the Chaos Bell, he fought five Ancestor Witches alone.
Fuxi faced Gonggong, Kunpeng faced Zhu Jiuyin, while the remaining seven Demon Sages held back Xuanming and Zhu Rong.
For a time, the battlefield became incomparably chaotic.
Across the primordial world, slaughter filled more than half of the land.
This decisive battle concerned the future fate of both the Witch and Demon Races. If they wanted to survive, they could only kill the other side.
The powerful members of both races were targeted relentlessly, often fighting several enemies alone. The saying that many ants could kill an elephant was fully proven in this Witch-Demon decisive battle.
The battle between the Witch and Demon Races shook heaven and earth. Unless one had reached the undying, indestructible realm of a Saint, even a peak Quasi-Saint could not guarantee survival.
It could be said that at every moment of the Witch-Demon decisive battle, millions upon millions of living beings perished throughout the primordial world.
The flesh and blood of the Witch and Demon Races could be seen scattered everywhere between heaven and earth. Countless corpses piled across the ground. This was true rivers of blood.
Of course, the corpses of the Witch and Demon Races still had their uses. As time passed, they would eventually become nourishment for the primordial world.
On the battlefield, Di Jun wielded the Witch-Slaying Sword like a god descending to earth.
His ferocious attacks left Di Jiang and Qiang Liang unable to take them head-on. They could only dodge with all their might, yet the sword qi of the Witch-Slaying Sword still left them covered in wounds.
If this continued, Di Jiang and Qiang Liang would likely meet a grim end.
"Big Brother, move aside!"
Qiang Liang shouted. As if he had made some decision, he neither dodged nor avoided the incoming attack, instead charging straight at Di Jun.
The aura around Qiang Liang swelled without end, and even his laws seemed to have been pushed to their limits.
Di Jiang's expression changed drastically at the sight. He cried out in alarm, "No, Qiang Liang, stop!"
Di Jun's expression changed as well, but it was already too late for him to flee.
Boom!
With a thunderous explosion, Qiang Liang's body exploded directly, and the massive shockwave blasted Di Jun away.
Protected by the Xiantian spiritual treasure, the River Luo Diagram, Di Jun did not die in the explosion. When the aftershocks slowly faded, he appeared before everyone, drenched in blood.
His aura was in complete disarray, and his face was deathly pale, but he could still fight.
Seeing Qiang Liang use self-destruction to win the Witch Race a chance at victory, sorrow filled Di Jiang's eyes, yet they were also filled with madness.
In an instant, Di Jiang's aura surged explosively. Throwing caution to the wind, he charged straight at Di Jun.
Boom!
Another earth-shattering explosion rang out. The self-destruction of two great Ancestor Witches shook heaven and earth.
Even the Saints felt a trace of dread. The Ancestor Witches' madness had clearly exceeded their expectations. To achieve their goal,
they did not hesitate to use methods like self-destruction. In all the primordial world, no one could compare to such madness.
When the dust settled, neither Di Jiang nor Di Jun remained on the battlefield. The leaders of the two races had died together.
"Big Brother!"
Tai Yi, who stood nearby, was overwhelmed with grief and fury at Di Jun's death. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he looked toward the Witch Race.
The deaths of Di Jiang and Qiang Liang also caused the Witch Race's expressions to change drastically, followed by utter madness.
"Feathered bastard, pay with your life for Big Brother and Qiang Liang!"
Rushou shouted, his aura soaring once more. Tianwu beside him also circulated his mana. Together, they charged at Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
Boom! Boom!
Two more massive explosions erupted.
Rushou and Tianwu had self-destructed as well.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who possessed the Xiantian Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell, was somewhat stronger than Di Jun. The self-destruction of the two Ancestor Witches did not kill him.
But he was barely clinging to life, and even the Xiantian Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell had vanished without a trace.
"Rushou! Tianwu!"
The fall of two more Ancestor Witches drove the remaining Ancestor Witches completely mad.
"I'll die with you!"
Boom!
Hezi self-destructed, choosing to perish together with Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who no longer had the strength to fight.
"Hahaha!"
"Since it has come to this, let us perish together!"
Zhu Rong self-destructed. Not only Zhu Rong, but Goumang, Shebishi, and the other Ancestor Witches also self-destructed one after another, intending to drag the Demon Race's Saints down with them.
In just a moment, the remaining seven Demon Sages all perished.
Kunpeng, however, was rather cunning. Ever since Di Jun's death, he had already been thinking of retreating. The self-destructions of Tianwu and the others only strengthened his resolve.
Seeing the Ancestor Witches self-destruct one after another, Kunpeng immediately revealed his true form, swept away Di Jun's River Luo Diagram, and fled the battlefield.
By comparison, Fuxi was not so fortunate. Caught unprepared, Zhu Jiuyin dragged him into death with him. However, Nuwa and Xuan Yi had been watching the battlefield at all times. At the moment of Fuxi's death, Nuwa acted in time, using the Shanhe Sheji Diagram to sweep away a strand of Fuxi's True Spirit.
With all the higher-ups of the Witch and Demon Races dead, the Witch-Demon War neared its end. Both races suffered devastating losses, leaving only Gonggong, who had been knocked unconscious by the explosions before he could self-destruct.
The long battle had ended. The Witch-Demon decisive battle finally came to a close, and this heaven-and-earth calamity was successfully overcome. All the Ancestor Witches had fallen, while the Demon Race's higher ranks had been nearly wiped out. From this day onward, the two races completely withdrew from the stage of the primordial world.
Amid the ruins of the Witch-Demon battlefield, Gonggong, who had been knocked unconscious by the explosions, slowly awakened.
"Big Brother! Brothers and sisters!"
Seeing that he alone had survived, grief welled up in Gonggong's heart, and a stream of hot tears slowly ran down his face.
"Since all of you have fallen, I will never live on alone!"
The Ancestor Witch Gonggong was overcome by the desire to die. Filled with grief and fury, he rammed his head into Buzhou Mountain.
Buzhou Mountain was immovable before other living beings, but Gonggong was a descendant of Pangu. With that single collision, the heavenly pillar of Buzhou Mountain snapped on the spot.
In an instant, the earth trembled and the mountains shook as Buzhou Mountain's pillar broke apart.
The upper half of the broken mountain collapsed downward, kicking up endless clouds of dust as it struck the earth. The primordial land began to crack apart, earthfire erupted, magma spewed forth, Heavenly River Water fell from the sky, and floods raged everywhere.
This Heavenly River Water was incomparably toxic and could devour the Primordial Spirit. So long as one touched even a trace of it, one would be reduced to nothing in an instant. The living beings of the primordial world suffered a catastrophe of extinction.
For a time, cries of misery filled the primordial world, and resentful souls covered the sky. Countless living beings fled for their lives. The already dwindling Witch and Demon Races lost more than half of their remaining members once again.
At this critical moment, a great cauldron transformed into an object that towered through the heavens, collecting the falling Heavenly River Water within it.
Then, a ruler radiating the power of merit appeared and expanded with the wind. Before long, it became a gigantic ruler that supported the collapsing heaven and earth for the time being.
It turned out that Xuan Yi, who had been watching the Witch-Demon War all along, had taken action.
But supporting the heavens was no easy task. Even with Xuan Yi's current cultivation, equivalent to the fifth level of a Heavenly Dao Saint, he was finding it difficult to endure.
Waves of immense force pressed down continuously, nearly leaving Xuan Yi unable to breathe.
"Nuwa, hurry and act!"
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