Witch-Demon Decisive Battle, Calamity Erupts

The ultimate battle had arrived. All the Great Witches raised their arms and shouted, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Following that, the sound slowly spread outwards. All the Witch Clan warriors let out roars, their voices shaking the heavens and earth, resounding throughout the Primordial Desolation.

Countless great divine abilities users knew that the tribulation had arrived, and the great war was about to erupt.

All the top cultivators sealed their cave dwellings. Even some weaker cultivators hid themselves, not daring to emit even the slightest aura.

As for those who were confident in their profound magical powers, like Li Yunjing, they cautiously and secretly observed this world-shattering battle.

The Witch-Demon War broke out. The six Saints also turned their gaze towards the Witch and Demon races, waiting for the two races to unleash their final brilliant radiance and ignite their last glory.

At this moment, the Witch Clan 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. He looked at the incensed Witches below, raised his hand, and pressed down. The square instantly fell silent.

"Worship Father God!"

Led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they began to kneel and offer sacrifices to Pangu. The Great Witches, Lesser Witches, and Witch Clan members below also sincerely knelt in worship.

"Since Pangu created heaven and earth, the Primordial Desolation has evolved countless beings. The Witch and Demon races are the strongest. However, under the Heavenly Dao, the long-standing grudges between the Witch and Demon races are entangled, and their karma is unclear. This time, we worship Father God, hoping Father God will have mercy on the Witch Clan, protect our destiny, and destroy the Demon Race."

After reciting the declaration, Zhou Ji stood up and threw the tortoise shell inscribed with the sacrificial text into the raging sacred fire. Immediately, a wisp of green smoke rose and disappeared into the void.

"Since the Primordial Desolation was opened and the Witch and Demon races flourished, the two races have forged an eternal enmity, with no possibility of coexistence. Today, we march to the Thirty-Three Heavens to annihilate the Demon Race! Kill!"

After offering sacrifices to Pangu, Zhou Ji turned to the edge of the high platform and shouted, raising his arm.

"Kill!"

Dijiang and the other eleven Ancestral Witches roared. Their late-stage Quasi-Saint auras were unleashed without concealment, surging towards the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Amidst the sound of "Dong! Dong! Dong!" from the war drums, the Witch Clan shouted in unison, their momentum vast and mighty, spanning billions of miles.

"Distribute the Soul Gathering Banners!"

Zhou Ji waved his hand, distributing the 129,600 "Soul Gathering Banners" that the Witch Clan had accumulated over the years.

The forging of these "Soul Gathering Banners" was accompanied by the tragic deaths of countless members of the Human Race. Only after tens of millions of humans perished were the most ferocious vengeful spirits condensed, and only by gathering countless vengeful spirits could a "Soul Gathering Banner" be formed.

This set of sinister magical artifacts was naturally an important trump card for the Witch Clan.

"Slaughter the Demon Race, kill Di Jun and Tai Yi, and march on Mount Buzhou!"

Everything was ready. All the supreme treasures in the "Ancestral Witch Hall" had been brought out. As the overlords of the Primordial Desolation, the Witch Clan possessed no small number of Innate Spiritual Treasures, all of which were brought out this time.

Dijiang waved his hand, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches led the way. The army of over a hundred million Witch Clan warriors took to the sky, their numbers obscuring the sun and moon, like an ancient demonic cloud sweeping over everything in heaven and earth.

At the same time, the Heavenly Court had already hung out the "Monster Summoning Banner." The entire three hundred million strong Demon Race army of the Primordial Desolation had already assembled at the Heavenly Court.

Di Jun and Xihe rode together in a five-clawed golden dragon imperial carriage, standing side-by-side on the shafts, both clad in armor.

Beside them stood Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Emperor Xi Fuxi, Demon Master Kunpeng, Baize, and the other ten great marshals. The 365 Demon Gods were all gathered, their expressions solemn as they awaited the arrival of the decisive battle.

"The grievances between our Demon Race and the Witch Clan, which have spanned a tribulation, will be settled today. All troops, listen to my command! March on Mount Buzhou and fight the Witch Clan to the death!"

With a "Huala La" sound, the banners fluttered. Di Jun forcefully shook the Demon Race's ultimate treasure, the "Monster Summoning Banner."

As the "Monster Summoning Banner" was shaken in the air, dense demonic energy rippled throughout heaven and earth. A terrifying aura erupted, shattering the void. It seemed as if heaven and earth could barely withstand the power of the Heavenly Court.

"Heavenly Emperor, the Empress has a divine artifact to bestow!"

The "Monster Summoning Banner" was shaken, and the army was about to set off. Suddenly, from above the Thirty-Three Heavens, a clear chirp was heard. Jinning stopped in mid-air, casually tossed an item, and then turned back.

Di Jun caught it and was overjoyed. It was the "Rivers and Mountains Painting." Then, Di Jun's heart sank. With a Saint bestowing a supreme treasure, it was likely that she could not personally intervene in the battle.

It seemed that Nuwa was once again suppressed by the five Saints—the Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, and Jieyin—preventing her from participating in the decisive battle between the two races.

This great battle would ultimately have to be fought by themselves!

Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the other high-ranking officials understood this truth. The Demon Race army, limited by their level, naturally did not understand the hidden implications. Upon seeing that Saint Nuwa had bestowed a supreme treasure, clearly meant to boost the morale of the Demon Race army, all the Demon Race warriors became excited. Their courage surged, and they were ready to rush to the battlefield, kill the Witch Clan, and unify the world!

"Depart!"

Looking at the excited expressions of the Demon Race warriors below, all of whom looked at him with adoration and excitement, Di Jun felt a bitter ache in his heart. After this great battle, how many of these three hundred million troops would remain?

As the nine five-clawed golden dragon imperial carriages took flight, the army of hundreds of millions of demons descended from the Thirty-Three Heavens and marched towards "Mount Buzhou" to prepare for the decisive battle with the Witch Clan.

The armies of the Witch and Demon races converged on the mountainside of "Mount Buzhou." Banners fluttered on and around the mountain. The ancient true dragon horns let out a "Wuwuwu" sound, and the muffled war drums made of Kui Niu hide vibrated "Dong dong dong," sending ripples through heaven and earth.

Three hundred miles away, the Demon Race formed ranks. The great Demon Gods held "Star Banners" and set up the "Grand Formation of the Stars." Infinite starlight was drawn down by the formation. The entire "Mount Buzhou" was like an endless starry sky, brilliant and luminous.

"Sacrifice the 'Soul Gathering Banners'! Deploy the Myriad Ghosts Soul Devouring Formation!"

At this point, there was nothing left for the two races to say. Dijiang waved his hand, and 129,600 Great Witches and Lesser Witches held up the "Soul Gathering Banners." The banners were black with a hint of blood-red light, and a chilling wind emanated from them. When fully unfurled, they formed a great formation. Each banner displayed the ferocious heads of vengeful spirits, occasionally devouring each other, creating a scene of ghostly wails and howling.

"Deploy the 'Twelve Heavenly Fiend God Formation'! Condense the True Body of Pangu!"

Seeing the army form into a formation, Dijiang nodded and said to the other eleven Ancestral Witches. To counter the "Grand Formation of the Stars," they naturally needed the "Twelve Heavenly Fiend God Formation" to condense the true body of Pangu to deal with it.

As long as the Twelve Ancestral Witches tore through the Demon Race's formation, their subordinates would then use the "Myriad Ghosts Soul Devouring Formation" to slaughter the ordinary Demon Race warriors.

All the Ancestral Witches revealed their true forms. Zhujiuyin was a thousand miles long, with a human face, a snake's body, and was covered in crimson.

Tianwu had a human face but a body of green and yellow, with eight legs, eight tails, and eight heads looking in all directions.

Shebishi had a human face and a beast's body. His ears were as straight as clouds hanging from the sky, immeasurably vast. Two yellow snakes were coiled around his ears.