Back on the battlefield, the two of them fought farther and farther away. Before long, Dijiang was caught by Ao Yue, who tore a wound across his body with one claw. Seeing this, Xuanxiao held his forehead and said, "Grandfather God, you really don't need to make Ao Yue stop. I feel like if they keep fighting, they're both going to lose their tempers."
Pangu nodded and said, "That's exactly the effect I want. Today, one of them has to be beaten to tears. Dijiang hasn't truly fought in years. What happened to a fine Ancestral Witch like him? He's become so watered down. Let him take a beating first."
Back on the battlefield, Ao Yue was chasing Dijiang and cursing him loudly. "You're a dignified Ancestral Witch, yet you actually ran from a fight! What a disgrace to the witches! This is too humiliating!"
Just as Ao Yue shouted those words, Dijiang's anger was stoked. He widened his eyes and roared, "You ungrateful bastard! I gave you an out, and you still want to save face?!" As he spoke, he unleashed his Ancestral Witch True Body. His aura instantly surged, and his figure seemed like a god descending from the heavens. He threw a punch that struck Ao Yue hard, sending him staggering back a full hundred steps.
Ao Yue immediately wore a baffled expression and shouted helplessly, "Ancestral Witch Dijiang, what are you doing? You've gone too far!" The moment he finished speaking, his body transformed into his true dragon form. He lunged at Dijiang like a berserk dragon, intent on tearing him completely apart.
The two figures crossed paths in an instant, their auras as imposing as mountains and their clash loud enough to shake the heavens. Ao Yue's tail swept out viciously, stirring up a raging