Witch-Demon Conflict Intensifies, First Great War (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Recommendation Tickets)

Rushou nodded and said, "The Demon Race is no weak force. Di Jun and Tai Yi have both severed their second corpses and cultivated to the late Quasi-Saint stage. Nuwa, Fuxi, and Kunpeng are likewise formidable. We must proceed with caution and not underestimate them!"

"From what I can see, there are only three things among the Demon Race that concern our Witch Race: Eastern Emperor Taiyi's 'Eastern Emperor Bell,' Di Jun's 'River Diagram and Luo Book,' and finally the 'Grand Formation of the Stars.' We still need to devise a way to counter them. Otherwise, after a great battle, our losses may be considerable as well," Zhujiuyin said.

"That is exactly right. Tai Yi is the Demon Race's foremost expert, protected by a supreme treasure. His combat strength is so great that even if two or three of us Ancestral Witches encountered him, we would not be his match. This time, Tai Yi has descended. We must find a way to break through the Eastern Emperor Bell's defense and take advantage of this opportunity to kill him, weakening the Demon Race!" Dijiang also nodded.

"Hmph. Since only Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Demon Master Kunpeng have come this time, we can send one person to tie up Kunpeng while everyone else attacks together and kills Eastern Emperor Taiyi first. By then, even if Di Jun and the others descend to reinforce them, it will already be too late!" Upon hearing Zhujiuyin's words, Gou Mang came up with a plan.

Using strength against weakness and numbers against few was the best strategy against the Demon Race!

As the Heavenly Court's foremost expert, once Eastern Emperor Taiyi died, the enormous Heavenly Court would no longer have the power to contend with their Witch Race!

Once the plan was set, the entire Witch Race mobilized. The twelve great tribes gathered millions of troops near Mount Buzhou. The twelve Ancestral Witches personally led the main forces of the Witch Race into a decisive battle at "Mount Buzhou."

Five years later, in the calendar of the Primordial World, the largest-scale battle finally erupted.

Facing the Witch Race's millions of troops, the Demon Race was led by Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Demon Master Kunpeng, Bai Ze, Bifang, and other Demon Saints and Demon Gods. Their millions of troops formed up beside "Mount Buzhou."

The two armies were separated by a hundred thousand li. Their surging killing intent rose like beacon smoke and pierced the clouds. Above the Thirty-Three Heavens, an endless stream of Demon Race troops was gathering. Led by Demon Saints and Demon Gods, they descended onto the summit of "Mount Buzhou" to reinforce Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Facing the Witch Race's millions of troops, even Eastern Emperor Taiyi wore a grave expression and did not dare be careless in the slightest.

Only after Di Jun's reinforcements arrived did Eastern Emperor Taiyi finally relax. He went to the front of the two armies, slightly furrowed his brow, and called out, "You Witch Race have defied the Heavenly Emperor's decree and slaughtered my Demon Race without cause. Today, you have even attacked Mount Buzhou. Your sins are monstrous. Today, my Heavenly Court shall unleash its thunderous wrath and teach you Witch Race that heavenly might must not be offended!"

"Stop spouting nonsense! We Witch Race are descendants of Pangu, so we are naturally the rightful masters of the Primordial World. What virtue or ability do you feathered beasts possess to contend with us for dominion over the Primordial World?" Gonggong shouted in rebuke.

"That's right! Mount Buzhou was left behind by Father God, and we would not dare show it the slightest disrespect. Yet you beasts actually seized Mount Buzhou for yourselves. You deserve ten thousand deaths!" The most hot-tempered of the Witch Race, Zhu Rong, followed with a furious shout. His voice rolled outward, spreading across the countless miles of the Primordial World.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's face twitched with anger. He immediately summoned the "Eastern Emperor Bell" and struck it with a boom, sending an attack toward the Witch Race's army. "All warriors of the Heavenly Court, charge with me and exterminate the Witch Race!" At once, millions of Demon soldiers surged toward the Witch Race's army like a tide.

"Kill!" After Zhujiuyin uttered a single simple word, the Witch Race charged forward as well.

The First Witch-Demon War erupted in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the sky over the Primordial World was dyed blood-red, and even the boundless spiritual energy carried a bloody stench.

Across the Primordial World, the great divine experts of every faction watched the battle with their divine senses. Some busybodies even went there in person, concealing themselves nearby to observe the Witch-Demon War.

Now that such a great battle had erupted, even the "Upper Pure Palace" was no longer peaceful. Tongtian summoned six disciples and personally used his vast magical power to project an image of the battle on Mount Buzhou.

Li Yunjing and the others knew this was a rare opportunity. Each of them watched this unprecedented battle with rapt attention.

A full eleven Ancestral Witches charged toward Eastern Emperor Taiyi, while Ancestral Witch Houtu personally took action and blocked Demon Master Kunpeng.

The remaining Witch and Demon armies became locked in a chaotic melee. Soon, neither side could distinguish friend from foe. They were intertwined, and large-scale indiscriminate spells were no longer suitable. Attacks capable of destroying heaven and earth had no room to be unleashed. Instead, small-team battles became the norm.

The entire battlefield covered a radius of a million li. The moment the armies clashed, blood dyed the earth red. Countless corpses piled up across the battlefield, forming little mountains of bodies.

The eleven Ancestral Witches knew time was of the essence. One after another, they revealed their true Ancestral Witch forms, raised fists as large as mountains, and hammered them toward Eastern Emperor Taiyi. Although he was surrounded and attacked, the supreme treasure that split open the heavens, the "Eastern Emperor Bell," floated above his head. Thus, despite being at an absolute disadvantage, Eastern Emperor Taiyi was not someone the eleven Ancestral Witches could easily defeat.

One enormous fist after another battered the "Eastern Emperor Bell," causing layer upon layer of ripples to spread through the void. It seemed that even heaven and earth could not withstand the attacks of the powerful warriors on both sides.

At this critical moment, Eastern Emperor Taiyi let out a great shout. The "Eastern Emperor Bell" rang with a thunderous peal, sending waves of sound toward the Ancestral Witches. The various laws wielded by the Ancestral Witches were completely annihilated beneath the sonic attack.

Twelve great figures at the Quasi-Saint level fought desperately, staking their lives on the battle. The twelve of them clashed repeatedly in the void. Within a radius of a hundred thousand li, no member of either race dared approach. Terrifying fluctuations of magical power obliterated everything in the world. It seemed that the vast Primordial World itself could not withstand the battle between the two sides.

Cracks in space appeared one after another, like a mirror shattering and splitting into countless marks. Even the heavens and earth of the Primordial World struggled to endure a fierce battle of this level.

In an instant, the twelve great figures had exchanged thousands upon thousands of blows. Divine blood splattered, and demons and gods roared. Boundless power plucked stars and seized moons. The battlefield of Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the eleven Ancestral Witches continued moving toward the heavens above, while the land of the Primordial World could barely bear the life-or-death struggle of the Quasi-Saints.

On the earth below, Houtu commanded the millions of Witch Race troops. Her true Ancestral Witch form manifested, and the Law of Earth spread across the ground beneath her, constantly resisting Kunpeng's attacks from the void.

With the earth beneath her, Houtu was invincible. Every move she made was as heavy as a mountain. Even Kunpeng, a divine beast of such caliber, swooped and clawed at her from all directions, yet she still blocked him with ease and held him firmly at bay. He could neither reinforce Eastern Emperor Taiyi nor attack the other Witch Race troops.

"Kunpeng, you are no match for me. Your Demon Race will surely lose today!"

After only a hundred or so moves, Houtu had gained an overwhelming advantage. Kunpeng, who had severed his second corpse, could not break through Houtu's defenses with his attacks. He could only rely on his innate divine ability, his body flashing continuously around Houtu as he engaged her in a war of attrition.