"Retreat!"
The mighty experts who had wanted to watch the battle up close immediately withdrew. The force unleashed by the collision of these two formations rivaled the strongest power beneath the Saints.
Swept up by that energy, the mighty experts hastily fled the battlefield one after another.
Outside Qing Qiu, the land was ravaged by violent energy, and crisscrossing ravines continued to tear open.
Had Xuan Qing and several Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortals not appeared and reinforced the Prehistoric Era, a battle like this would have shattered countless earth veins.
"Crack!"
The Fox Clan's Formation was still somewhat lacking. After all, Little Fox's abilities were limited. The fact that this Formation had held out against the Primordial River Luo Great Formation for so long was already thanks to the quality of its formation materials.
The Fox Clan's Formation shattered. Seeing this, the Demon Race Army immediately surged into Qing Qiu and attacked the Fox Clan.
The Fox Clan refused to be outdone. After so many Kalpas, their strength had far surpassed that of the Demon Race Army. The only advantage the Demon Race Army held was their superior numbers.
Otherwise, the Demon Race Army truly would not have been a match for the Fox Clan.
For a time, the sounds of slaughter echoed endlessly through Qing Qiu. Countless streams of blood converged into a river, while severed limbs and broken bodies flowed out of Qing Qiu with it. The many mighty experts watched the scene before them in horror.
Not even during the first great battle between the Wu and Demon clans had they witnessed anything so utterly tragic.
Only the Fox Clan, having experienced the Three Tribes War, had long since grown accustomed to such sights.
As the Fox Clan and Demon Clan continued their slaughter, the baleful