The ultimate battle had arrived. All the Great Witches raised their arms and shouted, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Their voices slowly spread outward. All the Witch Race warriors shouted at the top of their lungs, their cries shaking heaven and earth and spreading throughout the Primordial World.
Countless great cultivators with divine abilities all knew that the cataclysm had arrived and that the great battle was about to erupt.
All the top cultivators tightly shut their cave abodes. Some weaker cultivators even hid themselves, not daring to release the slightest trace of aura.
Meanwhile, some who trusted in their profound cultivation, such as Li Yunjing, cautiously watched this earth-shaking battle in secret.
The Witch-Demon War had erupted. The six Saints also turned their gazes toward the Witch and Demon Races, waiting for the two races to unleash their final brilliant radiance and ignite the last glory of their clans.
At this moment, the Witch Race army was ready.
After seeking the approval of the other eleven Ancestral Witches, the new Ancestral Witch Zhou Ji walked to the edge of the high platform. Looking down at the excited Witch-Humans below, he raised a hand and pressed down lightly. The entire square instantly fell silent.
"Worship Father God!"
Led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, everyone began kneeling and offering prayers to Pangu. The Great Witches, lesser Witches, and Witch-Humans below the square also sincerely knelt and worshiped.
"Since Pangu Opens the Sky, countless living beings have evolved in the Primordial World, with the Witch and Demon Races as the strongest. Unfortunately, beneath the Heavenly Dao, the two races' longstanding grudges remain entangled, and their causes and effects are unresolved. By worshiping Father God today, we hope Father God will show mercy to the Witch Race, preserve our destiny, and annihilate the entire Demon Race."
After reading the proclamation, Zhou Ji rose and stepped forward, throwing the tortoiseshell covered in sacrificial text into the blazing sacred fire. A plume of azure smoke immediately rose and vanished into the void.
"Since the Primordial World was created and the Witch and Demon Races rose to prominence, the two races have formed an irreconcilable feud. There is no possibility of coexistence. Today, we march upon the Thirty-Three Heavens and exterminate the Demon Race. Kill!"
After Zhou Ji finished offering his prayer to Pangu, he turned and walked to the edge of the high platform, raising his arm and shouting.
"Kill!"
Dijiang and the other eleven Ancestral Witches roared. Their auras, all at the late quasi-Saint stage or above, erupted without the slightest concealment and surged straight toward the Thirty-Three Heavens.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Amid the booming war drums, the Witch Race shouted in unison, their tremendous momentum spreading across countless millions of miles.
"Distribute the Soul Gathering Banners!"
Zhou Ji swept out his hand, distributing the 129,600 Soul Gathering Banners that the Witch Race had stockpiled over the years.
The refinement of these Soul Gathering Banners had been accompanied by the horrific deaths of countless members of the Human Race. Only after billions of humans had died could the most vicious Fierce Ghosts be condensed. Countless Fierce Ghosts had to gather together before they could form a single Soul Gathering Banner.
This sinister set of magical artifacts was naturally one of the Witch Race's important hidden trump cards.
"Exterminate the Demon Race, slay Di Jun and Tai Yi, and march upon Mount Buzhou!"
Everything had been prepared. All the treasures in the Ancestral Witch Hall had been brought out. As the overlords of the Primordial World, the Witch Race possessed no small number of Innate Spiritual Treasures, and this time they had taken out every one of them.
Dijiang waved his hand. The Twelve Ancestral Witches charged at the forefront as over a hundred million Witch Race troops rose into the sky, blotting out heaven and earth like an ancient demonic cloud that swept away everything in its path.
At the same time, the Heavenly Court had already raised the Monster Summoning Banner. The entire three-hundred-million-strong Demon Race army of the Primordial World had assembled in the Heavenly Court.
Di Jun and Xihe rode together in a jade carriage drawn by a five-clawed Golden Dragon, standing side by side on the front of the carriage, both clad in armor.
At their sides stood Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Emperor Xi Fuxi, Demon Master Kunpeng, Baize, and the other ten marshals. All 365 demon gods had gathered, each wearing a solemn expression as they awaited the final battle.
"The grudge between our Demon Race and the Witch Race has lasted for an entire cataclysm. Today, it shall finally be settled. All troops, heed my order! March upon Mount Buzhou and fight the Witch Race to the death!"
With a clatter, the great banner snapped in the wind. Di Jun suddenly shook the Demon Race's clan-suppressing treasure, the Monster Summoning Banner.
The Monster Summoning Banner waved through the air, and dense Demon Qi surged throughout heaven and earth. A terrifying aura erupted, shattering the void. It seemed as though even heaven and earth could not bear the power of the Heavenly Court.
"Heavenly Emperor, Niangniang has bestowed a treasure!"
As the Monster Summoning Banner waved and the army was about to set out, a clear cry suddenly rang out above the Thirty-Three Heavens. Jinning hovered in midair, casually tossed down an object, explained how to use it, and then turned to leave.
Di Jun caught it and took a look. He could not help but rejoice—it was the Rivers and Mountains Painting. Then his heart sank. With the Saint bestowing such a supreme treasure, she would probably be unable to personally intervene in the battle.
It seemed that Nuwa was once again being suppressed by the Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, and Jieyin—the five Saints were preventing her from participating in the decisive battle between the two races.
In the end, this great battle still had to depend on them alone!
Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the other higher-ups understood this. The Demon Race army, limited by its cultivation level, naturally did not know the hidden circumstances. Seeing that Saint Nuwa had bestowed a supreme treasure, they clearly assumed she was encouraging the army. Every Demon Race warrior was thrilled, their courage multiplying as they prepared to rush onto the battlefield, slay the Witch Race, and unify the world!
"Set out!"
Looking at the excited expressions of the Demon Race warriors below, and seeing all their gazes fixed on him with worship and excitement, Di Jun felt bitter inside. After this great battle, how many of this three-hundred-million-strong army would remain?
As the nine five-clawed Golden Dragon carriages took flight, the countless millions of Demon Race troops descended from the Thirty-Three Heavens and marched toward Mount Buzhou to fight the Witch Race.
The armies of the Witch and Demon Races converged halfway up Mount Buzhou. Banners fluttered above and below the mountain. The ancient True Dragon Horns let out a mournful "woo-woo-woo," while war drums made from thick Kui Ox hide boomed "dong, dong, dong," causing layer upon layer of ripples to spread through heaven and earth.
Three hundred li away, the Demon Race formed its ranks. The various demon gods held Star Banners and set up the Grand Formation of the Stars. Boundless starlight was drawn down by the formation, making the entire Mount Buzhou resemble an endless starry sky, brilliant and radiant.
"Offer the Soul Gathering Banners! Set up the Myriad Ghosts Devouring Souls Formation!"
At this point, the two races had nothing left to say. Dijiang waved his hand, and 129,600 Great Witches and lesser Witch experts raised the Soul Gathering Banners. The banners were black with blood-colored light shining through them, and waves of sinister wind rippled across their surfaces. Once fully unfurled, they formed a great formation. Ferocious Fierce Ghost heads appeared on every banner, occasionally devouring one another amid a cacophony of ghostly wails.
"Set up the Twelve Heavenly Fiend God Formation! Condense the Pangu True Body!"
Seeing the army form its formation, Dijiang nodded and spoke to the other eleven Ancestral Witches. To face the Grand Formation of the Stars, they naturally needed the Twelve Heavenly Fiend God Formation and had to condense the Pangu True Body before they could withstand it.
As long as the twelve of them, the Ancestral Witches, tore apart the Demon Race's formation, the warriors under their command would naturally use the Myriad Ghosts Devouring Souls Formation to slaughter the ordinary Demon Race warriors.
All the Ancestral Witches revealed their true forms. Zhujiuyin was a thousand li tall, with a human face and a serpent's body, his entire body scarlet red.
Tianwu had a human face, but his entire body was blue and yellow. He had eight legs, eight tails, and eight heads gazing in eight directions.
Shebishi had a human face and the body of a beast. His two ears hung straight down like clouds drooping from the heavens, so enormous that their size could not be measured. Two yellow snakes pierced through his ears.
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