In the Jade Void Palace of East Kunlun, amidst the purple mist-shrouded halls, the Three Pure Ones suddenly opened their eyes, their gazes piercing through the clouds and reaching the Buzhou Mountain.
The whisk in Laozi's hand trembled slightly, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes:
"The fact that the Twelve Divine Fiends Array could generate such a near-Daoist axe shadow shows that the Witch Clan's strength far exceeds our expectations."
Yuanshi made a hand seal with his fingertips, gazing at the lingering chaotic energy dissipating from the shattered void, and said in a deep voice:
"The demon race's Chaos Four Symbols Universe Grand Array can actually draw the power of the moon and sun back into chaos. Di Jun and Qing Huan's methods are even more advanced than rumored."
Tongtian, gazing at the stars whose trajectories had been distorted by the shock, murmured:
"The two races fought to the death, yet they were able to shake the very foundation of the Primordial Wilderness. Such combat power... is terrifying indeed."
The three exchanged a glance, all seeing shock in each other's eyes—never since the beginning of time had there been such a battle that swept across the heavens and earth; even the aftershocks alone caused the Kunlun spiritual veins to tremble. If they were to personally stand on the front lines, even Innate Deities like themselves would likely find it difficult to escape unscathed.
In the Yao Chi of West Kunlun, the magnificent palaces swayed in the Gale Wind. The Queen Mother of the West, dressed in a plain white dress, stood before the steps, the Flat Peach in her hand now deformed from her grip.
Behind her, the Immortal Official, including the Nine Heavens Xuannü Mystic Maiden, all turned pale. The immortal Immortal Flower in the Yao Chi, which had never withered for ten thousand years, were swept by the aftershocks and withered in large numbers.
"The Chaos Four Symbols gave rise to the universe, Dutian Divine Fiend resembled Pangu..." The Queen Mother of the West's voice was slightly hoarse as she gazed at the distorted sky in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.
"Are the Witch and Demon Races planning to tear the Primordial Wilderness apart?"
As the master of the western branch of Kunlun, her perception of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth far surpasses that of ordinary people. At this moment, she clearly sensed that the Law Veins of the Primordial Wilderness had developed subtle cracks due to this collision. Although they were not yet out of control, they had already sown the seeds of hidden dangers.
Such a price, paid just to seize the position of the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth, sent a chill down her spine.
Deep within the East Sea Dragon Palace, at the eye of the Ancestor Dragon, the scales on the ten-thousand-foot-tall dragon's body rustled due to the vibration.
Suddenly opening its golden eyes, the dragon's roar shook the crystal pillars of the Dragon Palace, causing them to vibrate.
"What a fine Twelve Ancestral Witches! What a fine Di Jun of the Demon Clan!"
The struggle for supremacy among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, and qilin was fierce, but none of them ever possessed the supernatural power to simulate the might of Pangu's Axe, nor did they ever stage a spectacular collision of chaotic forces.
"The Witch Clan achieved the physical form of Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, and the Demon Clan, by borrowing the power of the All the Stars in the Heavens, have both reached this stage..."
The Ancestor Dragon's whiskers fluttered, its eyes revealing both fear and a hint of resentment.
I once thought that after the Dragon Clan fell silent, Primordial Wilderness would never be another great war like this sweeping across the world. But now it seems that the ferocity of the Witch and Demon is even greater than that of the Dragon Clan back then.
Deep within the Volcano of Immortality, the Yuanfeng in the Nirvana Fire. Several of its once-brilliant Phoenix Feather were shaken off, turning into sparks and dissipating.
She sensed the familiar malevolent aura emanating from the direction of Buzhou Mountain —the residual power of Pangu contained within the bloodline of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, more than ten times stronger than the power unleashed by Di Jiang and others during the great war of the Three Clans.
"The Great Array of Dutian Divine Fiend... it actually forced out the Pangu Phantom..."
Yuanfeng narrowed her phoenix eyes, gazing at the chaotic Fire Element Laws outside the volcano.
"The fact that the demon race was able to withstand this attack owes much to the Chaos Bell and the Chaos Four Symbols Formation."
She thought of her Phoenix Clan, now utterly incapable of withstanding the aftershocks of such a collision, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
The Witch-Demon War is beyond the reach of ordinary Innate Lifeform; the slightest misstep could lead to the annihilation of their entire race.
At the point where the demon race's grand formation collapsed, Kunpeng's wings were stained with blood, and he pressed his hand tightly to his chest to keep from falling.
Gazing at the countless corpses of Daluo Golden Immortal falling below, his eyes were filled with horror—he considered himself unparalleled in speed, yet when that axe shadow struck down just now, he didn't even have time to think of dodging. If it weren't for the protection of his Companion Demon Master Palace, he would have already turned to ashes.
"The Twelve Ancestral Witches... have actually become this powerful..."
Kunpeng gritted his teeth, and for the first time, the thought of retreat arose in his heart. In this meat grinder-like battlefield, even if there was a great opportunity, you still had to be alive to seize it.
Fuxi stood beside Di Jun, the Bagua Diagram spinning in front of him, but it was already covered with cracks.
His fingers, which were deducing the secrets of heaven, trembled slightly. In that instant, he couldn't foresee any variables at all, as if the fate of the entire Primordial Wilderness had been torn apart by the axe shadow and the Chaos Qi.
"The clash between the two races' formations has already stirred up immeasurable karmic forces..."
Fuxi's voice was strained.
"If this fight continues, even the laws of Heavenly Dao will have to intervene." Although he was a strategist for the demon race, he was now filled with shock—he had never imagined that the Witch-Demon War would be so fierce that even the laws of heaven and earth would be shaken.
Tai Yi swayed, the cracks on the Chaos Bell deepened, and he stared in the direction the Witch Clan had retreated, his eyes bloodshot.
"The Twelve Divine Fiends Array... indeed, they are the divine powers left behind by the Great God Pangu. If it weren't for the Chaos Bell suppressing the core of the Axe Shadow, we would surely be dead today."
Qing Huan, leaning on the Seven Symbols Umbrella, gazed at the Chaos Qi that constantly vanished and reborn in the void, and took a deep breath.
They thought that with the support of the Chaos Four Symbols Formation, even if the demon race was defeated, they could still retreat unscathed. However, they did not expect that the Twelve Ancestral Witches could unleash the Dutian Divine Fiend to such an extent.
When that axe shadow fell, I could even feel the defensive laws of the Seven Symbols Umbrella crumbling. If I had been a fraction slower, I wouldn't have been able to protect the Demon Saint; I would have been cleaved in two.
The Minghe, outside the Thirty Heavens, enveloped itself in the Blood River, its coughed-up blood staining the river's branches crimson.
Looking towards Buzhou Mountain, he no longer harbored any thought of fighting.
In a clash of this magnitude, even a starved camel is still bigger than a horse; simply getting close could result in certain death.
"The Witch and Demon... he's gone mad..."
Muttering to himself, he turned and vanished into the depths of the Blood Sea, wishing never to be entangled in the Karma between these two races again.
Throughout the Primordial Wilderness, all sentient beings were now utterly silent.
The Three Pure Ones of East Kunlun remained silent, the Queen Mother of the West of West Kunlun tightly sealed the Yao Chi, the Ancestor Dragon of the Eastern Sea sealed the Dragon Palace, and the Yuanfeng of the Volcano of Immortality concealed its aura...
No one expected that the Witch and Demon's first battle would be so devastating. The axe shadows that cleaved the heavens and earth and the Chaos Qi became an indelible shadow in the hearts of all living beings.
At the Buzhou Mountain, only howling Gale Wind and the pungent stench of blood remained.
Di Jun stared at the broken array flag in his hand, Tai Yi looked at the Chaos Bell covered in cracks, and Qing Huan stroked the Seven Symbols Umbrella. Everyone had only one thought in their minds:
This war was far more terrifying than imagined.
The Primordial Wilderness world is no longer the vast and boundless place it once was.
The rivers, lakes, and seas that once flowed ceaselessly, nourishing all things, are now either steaming into a blood-red mist that blots out the sky, or transformed into Abyss of Death of rolling lava.
The wails of countless lives had long since faded into silence in the earlier battles, leaving only this scorched earth, soaked in blood and plowed countless times by divine powers, like a huge, deathly scar branded onto the Primordial Origin.
The Calamity Qi was so intense and heavy that it almost solidified, pressing down on the hearts of every surviving creature. Every breath carried the rusty stench of blood and Destruction.