That trajectory was bizarre and unpredictable, its killing intent chilling! The Demon Sages instinctively retreated. Though they dodged the fatal blow, countless Demon Kings and demon soldiers behind them were caught in the aftermath and instantly reduced to ashes!
"You're my opponents!" Great Witch Xing Tian's voice boomed like thunder. He spoke few words, but each carried weight. This was the most he had ever said to outsiders, already an exception. His tone was calm, yet it brimmed with confidence and contempt that crushed all opposition.
The Ten Great Demon Sages flew into a rage. They unleashed their spiritual treasures and stopped paying attention to the other Great Witches. Ten streaks of light surrounded and attacked Xing Tian!
"Great Witch Xing Tian..." The Witch Clan below gazed at that arrogant figure battling eleven Quasi-Saints alone, their hearts tightening.
Xing Tian swept his axe through the gathered enemies and spoke in a voice like a great bell: "Don't worry about me. Protect the Ancestor Witch Lords! You creatures born of dampness and eggs, covered in fur and horns, aren't enough to kill me, Xing Tian!"
Wild! Arrogant! Yet somehow convincing!
"Quite the Xing Tian!" Kunpeng laughed furiously. "As expected, every member of the Witch Clan deserves death!" Before his voice faded, he flicked his long sword.
In an instant, boundless Sword Light erupted! Some was scarlet as blood, some demonic green as miasma, some ghastly white as bone, and some black-red as an abyss. Some strands were as thick as mountains, while others were as fine as needles. Dense and overwhelming, they all thundered toward Xing Tian!
"Heh." The corners of Xing Tian's mouth lifted. He paid it no mind. His giant axe trembled as he unleashed one of the three forms of Pangu's Creation—Windstorm Cleave! He raised a golden shield