"Already that fast?!" Tai Yi's pupils contracted slightly, his heart shaken.
His gaze swept across the Witch Clan Army. Every one of them moved with practiced fluidity, clearly wielding a killing formation tempered through countless trials and battles. In the blink of an eye, they had formed a deadly trap, and their familiarity with it was chilling.
"If this witch is not eliminated, our Yao Race will never know peace!" Tai Yi gritted his teeth, killing intent roiling in his eyes.
High above in the Celestial Court, Di Jun sat motionless, yet his expression had already turned icy. His fingers tapped lightly against the throne, and killing intent hardened in his heart like iron: The Witch Clan must be destroyed!
"Hahaha! You Yao Race, all of you will be executed today!" Dijiang threw back his head and laughed, his voice shaking the Nine Heavens.
"Hmph! It is still unknown who will live and who will die! Yao Race warriors, follow me and kill!" Tai Yi roared furiously, his voice ripping through the sky.
In an instant, two torrents slammed into each other!
As the battle formations clashed, heaven and earth lost their color. Countless divine abilities and Magic Arts poured down like a torrential rain, exploding in the air into sheets of radiant rain and weaving together a dazzling yet deadly Scroll Painting of death.
Above Buzhou Mountain, light blazed in all directions. Multicolored Power of Laws danced like the aurora, illuminating the entire divine mountain until it resembled a crystal-glazed paradise. Yet beneath its splendor lurked a chilling aura of death.
The Witch Clan possessed formidable bodies and inherited Pangu's bloodline. Their physical strength was supreme; though they lacked primordial spirits, they possessed power that reached the heavens. The Yao Race cultivated the path of the primordial spirit and