"Th-this..."
The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the other Sages were stunned. They had clearly seen the Pangu Phantom and Star Scroll collapse at the same time, and before they could react, they saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches and countless Witch People frantically self-destructing, dragging the entire Yao Clan toward destruction. Then the heavens split and the earth cracked, and floods ran rampant. One disaster followed another, leaving them unable to take it all in!
"Gasp!"
The Three Pure Ones and the other Sages, along with the powerful figures watching from the shadows, sucked in a sharp breath. The Witch Clan's madness made their scalps prickle. Ruthless—truly ruthless.
The battlefield lay in ruins, the land in chaos. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but specks of blood and broken blades and swords. Fewer than one in ten thousand Yao cultivators remained, while not a single member of the Witch Clan had survived; they had all self-destructed. The cold wind wailed, the scattered survivors of the Yao Clan groaned in despair, and the floodwaters raged. All was desolation!
"Now the Witch and Yao Tribes will surely leave the stage of the Primordial World!"
The Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others were all delighted. The Witch and Yao Tribes had been far too powerful. Even as Sages, they had been wary of them at every turn. But now the two tribes had suffered mutual destruction. Didn't this mean that the Age of the Sages had arrived? Nuwa, however, was overcome with grief, her eyes filled with sorrow. The Witch Clan's self-destruction had come too suddenly. It had not only doomed the entire Yao Clan, but also claimed her elder brother's life. She had only managed to save a wisp of his soul.
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