The moment the two of them were about to speak, Zhu Rong's aura suddenly surged. His already battered body looked as though it would explode at any moment.
"Zhu Rong, don't!"
Ju Mang and Ru Shou tried to stop him, but the suppression of the Chaos Bell left them unable to move.
"Better that I die than both of you brothers lose your ability to fight."
Zhu Rong understood that if this attack landed, the three of them might not die, but they would certainly lose their combat strength. Once the balance was broken, the Witch Clan would surely fall to the Demon Clan.
Zhu Rong did not want to become a sinner of the Witch Clan!
Then, countless sources of divine fire slipped from Zhu Rong's body, thoroughly incinerating the surrounding space. In an instant, a gap tore open in the suppressed time and space.
Seeing this, Ju Mang and Ru Shou grabbed Zhu Rong and slipped through the gap, evading the Chaos Bell's attack.
The Chaos Bell's attack missed and instantly smashed toward the earth below.
Boom!
A massive abyss appeared in the ground. Countless streaks of Solar True Fire fell into it, dyeing the abyss into a golden world.
"Brothers, form the Formation!"
Zhu Rong had burned his Origin. He did not have much time left.
Zhu Rong's miserable state caught the attention of the other Ancestral Witches, but they had no time to worry about him and could only follow his wishes.
At once, the other Ancestral Witches forced back their opponents and gathered around Zhu Rong.
"Zhu Rong, you—"
"Say no more. Use my final moments to deal the Demon Clan a fatal blow!"
"Alright!"
The Ancestral Witches had no time to grieve and immediately began arranging the Formation. At that moment, a figure wielding