Both the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan suffered heavy losses in the fierce battle, and their Great Formation were thrown into complete disarray.
Without the constraints of the Formations, the collision of the two Spiritual Power lacked effective channeling and completely spiraled out of control, resulting in a violent explosion.
At the epicenter of the explosion, time and space, like fragile glass, shattered and collapsed into a black hole of Spiritual Power, creating two enormous Whirlpool that sucked in all the Spiritual Power of both colliding forces.
The energy inside the black hole contracted and compressed to an extreme degree, shrinking into a palm-sized ball that trembled unstablely after a short while.
The next moment, this ball of Spiritual Power, which could not be defined by color, suddenly expanded and instantly engulfed the entire battlefield outside the Southern Heavenly Gate.
This ball of light resembled the light of destruction, containing within it the Chaos Malevolent Qi condensed by the Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Great Array, the violent Star Power gathered by the Heavenly Cycle Stars Great Formation, fragments of Laws sacrificed by the five Ancestral Witch, and the Stars Origin countless fallen Demon God and Star Lord.
At this moment, it was like Chaos Fiendish Beasts, raging, tearing, and annihilating in all directions!
A Destruction storm instantly swept across the entire Witch-Demon Battlefield!
The violent Spiritual Power shockwaves, like billions of poisoned blades, slashed towards the Witch Clan Camp, whose strength had been greatly reduced due to the sacrifice of the five Ancestral Witch and which was already at its last gasp.
The surviving Witch Clan Warriors, whether Great Witch or ordinary warriors, faced with this annihilation power that surpassed the limits of comprehension, their Physical Body began to disintegrate, and even their screams were drowned out by the impact of the energy.
The clansmen were powerless against the shockwave, and their bodies were reduced to nothing by the impact of the Spiritual Power. Seeing this, Rushou and Jumang stepped forward.
Rushou unleashed an intensely brilliant Geng Metal Divine Radiance, transforming himself into a massive, dazzling golden shield, and resolutely charged towards the forefront of the most violent shockwave!
Amidst the deafening clang of metal clashing, his incomparably hard Ancestral Witch True Body was shattered with numerous cracks, yet he remained firmly rooted to the spot, like a dam in a torrent, directly blocking the onslaught of Spiritual Power.
Under the onslaught of surging Spiritual Power, Rushou's already severely damaged body could no longer withstand it and began to disintegrate inch by inch.
In his final moments, he roared, "Father God above, protect my Witch Clan's Bloodline!"
Following Rushou, Jumang echoed in sorrow, "Rushou, I will defend the Bloodline of the Witch Clan with you!"
Boundless Wood-Type Life Force erupted from his body, transforming into Towering Ancient Tree Phantom covering thousands of miles. Its tenacious roots sank deep into the ravaged earth, and its gnarled branches formed a second barrier, overlapping with the golden divine shield that had not yet completely melted away from the Rushou.
The vitality of wood resisted the Star Power Erosion in the shockwave, while simultaneously withstanding the cutting force of the Laws.
Buzz--Click!
After an unknown amount of time, the wooden shadow shattered, and the golden shield collapsed!
After withstanding most of the impact, the two Ancestral Witch's bodies, like quicksand held in the palm of a hand, completely dissipated into the raging torrent!
They used their lives to build a Great Wall of hope for their people.
On the other side, the raging energy turbulence was also relentlessly devouring the remaining elite formations of the Demon Clan race.
Without the support of the Star Dou Great Formation, the Demon Soldiers and Generals, their Essence Blood depleted, were extremely vulnerable in the Destruction storm, turning into ashes in large numbers.
The Heavenly Realm War Fortress collapsed, the Stellar God Hall shattered, and the outer fortress of the Heavenly Court, painstakingly built by the Demon Clan, was reduced to ashes.
At the critical moment, Fuxi and Fei Lian the Two forward.
As the immense, chaotic flow of Spiritual Power surged forth, Fei Lian had already made up his mind. He let out a low roar, "Your Majesty, Xi Huang, I'm going first!"
They all knew that, having fought this far, few present would likely survive, especially Di Jun and Fuxi, who would certainly not retreat an inch. Therefore, Fei Lian's decision to leave first was also a clear indication of Di Jun and Fuxi's impending doom.
His body suddenly swelled, transforming into a devastating hurricane, and he charged headlong into the center of the most deadly shockwave!
Seeing Fei Lian 'Demon Saint choice, dozens of Star Lords who were seriously injured but still had a trace of vitality also roared and followed Fei Lian's figure, burning their last Essence Blood and Primordial Spirit to block Di Jun and Fuxi!
"Fei Lian!"
"** Star Lord!"
Thanks to the resolute sacrifice of Fei Lian and many other Star Lord, who built a wall of flesh and blood to block the deadly shockwave, it was deflected.
Fei Lian's demonic body exploded, turning into ashes along with the other Star Lord, their souls scattered!
Seeing that the aftershocks had not yet subsided, breaking through the obstruction of Fei Lian and others, they continued to charge forward. Fuxi led a large group of Star Lord to charge forward as well.
Fuxi used all his power, along with the Fuxi Qin and his own Quasi-Saint Laws, to instantly construct an Eight Trigrams Formation. The formation unfolded like Tortoise Shell, and many Star Lord smoothly entered the Formations, using it to amplify their effects.
As the impact drew to a close, they could no longer hold on. Fuxi's body was almost completely transparent and disintegrated, leaving only a faint, almost non-existent wisp of his primordial Primordial Spirit, flickering like a candle flame in the wind.
Just then, a slender hand reached out from the void, a soft red light swirling between its fingers. In an instant, it swept away Fuxi's wisp of Primordial Spirit light, which was on the verge of Nirvana, and vanished without a trace.
When the shockwaves from the battlefield completely dissipated, the scene was utterly horrific.
Di Jun's crown was shattered, his golden hair was disheveled and messy, and Di Jun true body was covered with fine cracks, like a jade statue about to shatter. Golden Emperor's Blood kept seeping from his seven orifices.
The River Diagram and Luo Shu floated before him, their light dim and their spiritual power greatly diminished.
Of the Demon Saint, only Ghost Car remains, lying disheveled and half-reclined not far away. Of its nine heads, only five are left, its feathers charred, barely supporting its body, as if trying to get up.
Of the 365 Central Stars Banner Controllers, fewer than 20 remain, most of them severely injured and on the verge of collapse.
The Auxiliary Stars Stellar God at the Taiyi and Golden Immortal levels were almost entirely wiped out!
The remaining Demon Soldiers and Generals, like frightened birds, cowered behind the shattered remains of the Floating Island, suffering more than 90% casualties!
Di Jun's gaze swept with difficulty across the battlefield, over the mountains of corpses and Blood Sea belonging to the Demon Clan, then looked towards the equally tragic situation of the Witch Clan, before finally settling on the extremely weak Ghost Car beside him.
A deep, overwhelming sadness flashed across his eyes.
His lips moved slightly, his voice hoarse, and he cried out, "Ghost Car!"
The Ghost Car struggled to respond, "Your subject... is here!"
Di Jun:"
I order you to immediately gather all remaining followers, take the Demon Clan Members who are still able to move, and evacuate at once!
Then retreat to the Moon Star, where Changxi and Xihe will be waiting for you!
From now on, the Demon Clan Bloodline will depend on you to protect them!
You must act immediately, without fail!
Having finished explaining, Di Jun began to focus on adjusting his own state, preparing for his final moment.
On the Witch Clan's side, although the power of the shockwave was largely Rushou by the sacrifices of the two Ancestral Witch, Jumang, the aftershocks were still beyond what ordinary Witch Clan members could withstand.
At this moment, Dijiang's chest was sunken, his true body was covered with deep wounds that revealed the bone, his left arm was twisted unnaturally, and the true blood of the Ancestral Witch kept seeping out and evaporating.
He knelt, supporting himself, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Demon Clan.
Zhujiuyin sat cross-legged on the ground, his aura extremely weak, and the light of the Time Law wrapped around his body was extremely dim, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.
Blood was flowing from one of his eyes, clearly a severe backlash from his attempt to peer into the River of Time and Space.
As for the remaining people, among the Great Witch, Xing Tian's giant shield was half shattered, and the handle of Gan Qi axe was broken; he lay there unable to move. Jiu Feng was barely standing, her wings broken, her tail feathers charred, and blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were still exceptionally sharp; she truly lived up to her reputation as Qiangliang's younger sister. Chi You, perhaps due to fate, had suffered some kind of impact; his body, which was like cast iron, was covered in cracks, and he was already on the verge of death, likely destined to undergo Reincarnation.
As far as the eye could see, the Witch Clan Warriors who could stand was less than one ten-thousandth of the original number!
Only the Two the Ancestral Witch remain: Dijiang and Zhujiuyin.
At this moment, both of them only wanted to preserve the last of their clansmen. Dijiang then said to Jiu Feng, who still had some strength left:
Jiu Feng, you still have some strength left. Next, you need to gather your people and lead Xing Tian, Xiangliu, and other remaining pillars of the clan to retreat to the Pangu Hall!
Unless absolutely necessary, never set foot on the Primordial Desolation Earth again. Remember, you must ensure the continuation of my Witch Clan's Bloodline!
Let's go!
Dijiang's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice roared like that of a wounded beast, "This is the final military order, move out!!"
Jiu Feng looked sadly at the two remaining Ancestral Witch. She knew that the two Ancestral Witch had made their choice. She wished that the two of them could retreat to the Ancestral Witch Hall with her, but they could not.
Overwhelmed by a sense of responsibility for her people, she gritted her teeth and growled in a low voice to those who could move, "Go! Protect our people! There will be other opportunities!"
She grabbed the severely injured and unconscious Xing Tian with one hand, and used her other arm to lift a nearby unconscious descendant of a Great Witch.
The surviving Witch Clan Warriors realized that their tribe needed to preserve its Fire Seed. Despite their severed limbs and broken bodies, they supported each other and, led by Jiu Feng, rapidly retreated towards the Pangu Hall on the Primordial Desolation Earth.
On the Witch Clan's side, only the exhausted Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, like two silent reefs, facing the Demon Emperor Di Jun!
Spirit Mountain, a sacred site Sage Dao.
Inside the Jade Void Palace, Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Sect Master Tongtian Jiaozhu stared solemnly at the horrific battlefield scene reflected in the Water Mirror.
After a long silence, Yuanshi Tianzun finally spoke first:
The Heavenly Cycle Stars, the twelve capitals, have all become the past.
The Witch-Demon... has reached the end of its lifespan.
There was a hint of barely perceptible joy in his tone.
Laozi remained silent as a mountain. After listening to Yuanshi's words, he simply nodded and closed his eyes, as if all of this was merely the inevitable cycle of Yin-Yang in his eyes.
Only the Sect Master Tongtian, watching the countless Demon Clan Star Lord and Ancestral Witch vanish into ashes in the Water Mirror, had a complex expression in his eyes.
Wuyun Xian, the Seven Attendant Immortals attended him, couldn't help but whisper, "Master, this..."
The Sect Master Tongtian waved his hand and sighed, "
Needless to say, it is fate. What can even the most powerful clans in the world do?
After this battle, my disciples should also realize that beyond cultivation levels, all living beings should have a sense of awe towards heaven and earth.
Mount Sumeru.
The Daoist Jieyin sighed repeatedly, "The Great Tribulation is devastating, and all living beings suffer."
Daoist Zhunti also said, "Senior brother, this battle should serve as a wake-up call. We disciples of the Western Teachings should diligently cultivate ourselves and never harbor any pride or arrogance."
He looked down at the pale-faced, trembling new Western Teachings disciples below and raised his voice:
Can you all see clearly?
Even the so-called Taiyi and Great Luo are reduced to ashes under such a Slaughter Tribulation, and their status as disciples of Saint is worthless!
From this day forward, all disciples below the Great Luo level shall enter seclusion for ten thousand years to diligently cultivate themselves!
Upon receiving the decree, the Western Teachings disciples bowed and obeyed.
In the Empress Nuwa's Palace, Nuwa's face was ashen, Red Embroidered Ball floating in her hand. It was she who had just saved Fuxi's last wisp of primordial Primordial Spirit.
In the Netherworld Underworld and the Blood Sea, several Earth Dao Saints, including Houtu and Minghe, remained silent, each with a different expression as they watched this momentous event that had shaken the Primordial World come to an end.
All the Saint saw from this final bloodbath between the Lich and the Witch-Demon the terror of the Tribulation Cycle and the profound foundation of Witch and Demon Clans.
Their disciples, who witnessed the battle firsthand, were subjected to an unprecedented spiritual shock.
As they watched in the Water Mirror, hundreds upon hundreds of powerful figures, who would normally be considered local tyrants and even founders of sects, fall like weeds, and countless Taiyi and Golden Immortal Daluo Golden Immortal are reduced to dust, a chill ran down their spines when they reflected on their own cultivation levels. The sense of superiority and arrogance they had once felt as Saint Disciples were shattered by the cruel reality.
Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, their hearts filled with awe for the Primordial Desolation World and the Great Tribulation.
Battlefield at Southern Heavenly Gate.
Di Jun noticed that Fuxi's primordial Primordial Spirit had been rescued at the last moment, and a look of relief flashed in his eyes.
But in the blink of an eye, this sliver of relief was replaced by grief, anger, and a death wish!
After a long period of recuperation, his body had recovered somewhat. He stood up, his gaze like two cold flames, fixed on Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, who were also in poor condition.
"Clang!"
A piercing metallic clang rang out.
Di Jun raised his hand and summoned the Witch Slaying Sword, stained with the Essence Blood of the Ancestral Witch, back into his grasp.
The sword's light was slightly dimmed at this moment, but the terrifying aura that extremely restrained the Bloodline of the Witch Clan was still chilling.
The Witch Slaying Sword seemed to sense its master's resolute will to die, emitting a mournful buzzing sound.
Di Jun, sword in hand, took a step forward.
The space beneath their feet shattered, carrying an indomitable and tragic momentum, like a meteor burning with its last embers, heading straight for the last two leaders of the Witch Clan!
Di Jun roared, his voice hoarse and broken:
Dijiang, Zhujiuyin! The long-standing feud between the two clans, accumulated over countless Kalpa, will finally come to an end today!
Hahaha, you two are ready to die!
Dijiang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he warned Zhujiuyin, "They're here! Second brother, be careful of the sword in Di Jun's hand!"
Zhujiuyin staggered to his feet and stood shoulder to shoulder with Dijiang, saying, "Eldest Brother, I understand!"
At this moment, whether it was Dijiang's Spatial Power, Zhujiuyin's Time Stasis, or Di Jun's True Sun Fire, all had weakened to the extreme.
Facing Di Jun, who was also on his deathbed but carried the Witch Slaying Fiendish Sword and was determined to die, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin were not afraid at all.
The three instantly engaged in battle!
There were no dazzling supernatural Divine Ability, no earth-shattering clashes of Laws, only the most primal and brutal close-quarters combat!
Every strike was delivered with the resolute determination to perish alongside the enemy!