Entangled in the Witch-Demon Battlefield, Great Witch Zhan, Ancestral Witch

The Primordial Earth.

In a stretch of mountains and rivers, heaven and earth collapse, the sun and moon lose their light.

The killing cries of the Witch-Demon Two Clans roll like thunder, shattering the landscape, smoke and dust rising on all sides.

A massive, boundless Nine-Headed Monster Bird exudes dense Water and Fire Dao Laws. The fire is the great demon's true flame refined within the demon race; the water is Drowning Water seized from the Heavenly River of the Heavenly Court. When it erupts, water and fire sweep mercilessly through the surrounding Witch Clan. Countless witches are engulfed by the water and fire, unable even to utter a sound before their physical bodies dissolve.

But the Witch Clan also arrives with fierce momentum, well prepared.

Two Great Witches have come to besiege Nine Infants.

One Great Witch, his voice booming, wields a Black Bow forged from Primordial Earth Vein Essence Ore and condensed from endless turbid qi, slaughtering the Demon Race army.

Black Arrows coalesce.

They transform into black dragons that fly forth, instantly shooting down many demon gods within the demon army.

The other Great Witch wields a staff as large as a Giant Peak, descending like a demon god on a killing spree. No demon can resist his immense physical strength and power.

The Witch Clan's onslaught is overwhelming.

It leaves Nine Infants deeply frustrated, wanting to preserve his army and retreat, but he is entangled and cannot leave.

Suddenly, another Great Witch appears.

She attacks Nine Infants, who is already locked in battle with Yi and Kuafu.

Nine Infants loses several heads, his massive body sent flying backward. He spits out a venomous cry: "Fine, Jiu Feng, daring to ambush me! One day, I will surely come to test your skills!!"

"Retreat!!"

"The Demon Commander says to retreat!"

"Go quickly, the Witch Clan is too numerous!"

The demon gods within the Demon Race army shout wildly.

They transform into streaks of rainbow light and vanish at the horizon, leaving behind a mass of demon troops to be blocked by the Witch Clan.

Though the Great Witches wish to keep those Heavenly Court demon gods and Nine Infants here, the demon race's methods allow them to fly through the sky and burrow into the earth. Even if their physical bodies collapse, their Primordial Spirits can escape.

It is difficult to pursue and destroy them.

In the end, they can only surround and kill the remaining demons.

The Demon Race scatters at once, pursued and slaughtered by the Witch Clan's strong.

On a high peak.

Qingyuan watches the terrifying Witch-Demon battlefield millions of li away, feeling the Quasi-Saint's dreadful aura and the clash of Great Dao Laws shaking heaven and earth. His heart is wary.

He leads Yuan Hong and the others to detour around the Witch-Demon battlefield.

Unfortunately.

The Demon Race army is far too numerous. After scattering like birds and beasts.

Everywhere—above, below, east, west, north, south—there are demons everywhere. Some routed demon troops even approach Qingyuan's direction.

A thousand fleeing demon soldiers rush toward them. The three-headed monster bird at the lead spots Qingyuan's group and his eyes light up. He shouts: 'Fellow Daoist, strike quickly! We have lured the Witch Clan pursuers here! Ambush them!!'

"An ambush?"

Xiang Liu, leading his clan in pursuit, is startled.

He immediately looks over.

He sees seven demons among the group in the distant mountains and shouts: "I will stop the ambushers. You go chase the Fire Bird!"

"Yes!"

The many Witch Clan soldiers charge forward with murderous intent.

Xiang Liu stomps the earth apart and charges toward Qingyuan's group.

"At least Primordial Unity Golden Immortal!"

Qingyuan's face pales in shock. He quickly shouts: "Senior, stop! We are disciples of the Jie Sect, traveling through the Primordial World and passing by here. We are definitely not allied with the Demon Race to ambush the Witch Clan!"

"Whether you are or not, we'll talk after you die!"

Xiang Liu does not overthink it. In an instant, he crosses hundreds of li of mountains and raises the Bone Saber high.

"Damn it."

Seeing the Witch Clan's reckless stubbornness.

Qingyuan can't help but curse. Then he summons the Yin-Yang Four Symbols Nine Dragon Lamp to shield everyone.

Rumble!

All his mana pours into this Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

In an instant, the Yin-Yang Two Fish evolve the earth. Pillars of Yin-Yang Two Qi shoot into the sky, sheltering everyone. The Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—the Four Symbols—actually draw a wisp of the original source from the true Four Sacred Beasts guarding the four poles of heaven. They manifest as four mountain-sized divine beasts suppressing the four directions, stabilizing Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind!

In a flash, the Four Symbols' divine radiance pierces the clouds.

The Yin-Yang Two Fish shielded the eight people.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, faster than words could tell.

Xiang Liu swung with full force, only to be sent flying by the Four Symbols origin evolved from the spiritual treasure.

But that swing, at the peak of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, also shattered the dual defenses of the Four Symbols and Yin-Yang into pieces.

Qingyuan's face paled.

He quickly sat cross-legged, breathing in a mysterious rhythm.

After nine breaths, his complexion gradually returned to normal, and his depleted mana instantly recovered.

"What a fearsome Great Witch!"

Qingyuan came to his senses, his expression grave.

Strong!

No wonder the Witch Clan was born from Pangu's essence blood and the Heaven Opening Turbid Qi.

This Xiang Liu, who cultivated neither Primordial Spirit nor divine abilities, only his physical body, condensed his Sha Qi into a Great Witch's Dharma form, and with one strike, shattered the protective light of a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!

If not for his own profound foundation.

And his extraordinary physique.

He would have likely been crushed into a mist of blood by the backlash force just now.

"Fine, fine, fine! Die for me!"

Xiang Liu, who had been thrown back and collapsed a mountain, flew into a rage, grabbing his Bone Saber and charging forward with great strides.

"I told you, I am not of the Demon Race. Must you be so relentless?"

Even a clay figurine has three parts of anger.

Let alone Qingyuan.

He withdrew the Yin-Yang Four Symbols Nine Dragon Lamp.

A purple-black spiritual treasure gourd appeared in his hand.

Though both were Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

The gap between them was vast.

He had only sought self-preservation before, but now he sought slaughter!

Grasping the spiritual treasure gourd, he poured bottle after bottle of pills into his mouth, staring at Xiang Liu with stern, sharp eyes: "Daoist, this is too much!"

Rumble!

Heaven and earth overturned.

The spiritual treasure gourd trembled with terrifying black-purple thunder.

It triggered a massive change in the heavens, an indescribable destruction and lightning tearing through the sky, causing countless beings to tremble in fear!

"How is this possible? A mere Minor Golden Immortal can threaten me?"

Sensing a tremor in his heart.

Xiang Liu was greatly shocked.

He was an elite warrior under Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan, not an ordinary peak Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. He could even fight evenly with an average Great Luo Demon Race. How could he sense danger from this brat?

"Stop!"

Just then.

A voice that shook heaven and earth rang out.

But Xiang Liu did not act, and Qingyuan began to channel his mana into the spiritual treasure gourd, ready for a last stand!

Boom!

Xiang Liu was struck as if by a heavy blow.

Crushed by a dense wave of Sha Qi, shattering the earth!

Then.

A serene, peerlessly beautiful woman walked over quietly, followed by Yi and Jiu Feng, who were locked in battle with the Demon Saint Nine Infants, along with a group of elite Witch Clan warriors. Her terrifying majesty seemed to crush the void itself, warping space.

The Plum Mountain Seven Righteous were frozen stiff, unable to speak.

Only Qingyuan gritted his teeth, silently gripping the spiritual treasure gourd and aiming it at the witches.

"Could you be a disciple of Senior Brother Tongtian?"

The leading Ancestral Witch spoke, dissolving the oppressive atmosphere.

Only then did Qingyuan relax, putting away the gourd and pills, and bowed deeply to the Ancestral Witch: "Disciple of the Jie Sect, Qingyuan, pays respects to Uncle-Master Houtu. May Uncle-Master Houtu be blessed."