Witch God Mountain Battle

When Di Jiang and the other ten Ancestral Witch retreated to the vicinity of Witch God Mountain.

Just then, they witnessed Eastern Emperor Taiyi once again using the Eastern Emperor Bell to shock Xuanming Ancestral Witch, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices and his vital energy to become as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

It looked like it could go out at any moment.

The Xuanming Ancestral Witch's life force was depleted, and at this moment, he knew he had no way out.

Despair gripped him, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"Eastern Emperor Taiyi, come and be buried with me!"

As he spoke, the Xuanming Ancestral Witch was about to self-destruct his Ancestral Witch Body, taking Eastern Emperor Taiyi with him to their deaths.

Seeing that the Xuanming Ancestral Witch's four bodies were covered in bright red witch blood, and his whole body was broken and as tattered as grass.

The Ancestral Witch, including Di Jiang Zhu Jiuyin, who had returned in time, were immediately filled with rage.

The hatred they once felt for Luo Qing was immediately forgotten; the demon race became their number one enemy.

"Tai Yi, you filthy bird, how dare you bully my Witch Clan!"

Di Jiang roared, transforming into a hundred-mile-long, Divine Demon Body, and struck Eastern Emperor Taiyi palm.

The Ancestral Witch, including Zhu Jiuyin and Tian Wu, also rushed towards the Demon Saint surrounding Witch God Mountain to attack.

Upon seeing the appearance of the Ancestral Witch such as Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin, the Quasi-Sage of the demon race, including Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, were all greatly surprised.

I really didn't expect Di Jiang and the others to return so quickly.

Upon seeing ten more Ancestral Witch Quasi-Sage, Old Ancestor Kunpeng, and other Demon Saint suddenly appear, he immediately panicked.

Houtu and Xuan Ming are already this difficult to deal with, what will happen if the twelve Ancestral Witch, Quasi-Sage, join forces?

The Demon Saint, including the Old Ancestor Kunpeng, immediately decided to temporarily withdraw their troops and return to the Heavenly Court.

It's possible to win when you have the upper hand.

A battle against the odds? I'm not interested in that!

This is still the current mindset of the Quasi-Sages of the demon race's Heavenly Court.

That makes sense, since originally all the Innate Demon God united to form the demon race and establish the Heavenly Court.

It was simply for self-preservation; they didn't want to be discriminated against or rejected by the orthodox immortals and gods of the Primordial Wilderness.

The demon race is now the most powerful race in the prehistoric Primordial Wilderness, and the Heavenly Court is the most powerful force in the Primordial Wilderness.

Having already acquired the ability to protect themselves and possessing the methods to attain enlightenment and sainthood, the Demon Saint were naturally unwilling to risk their lives in battle.

Demon Emperor Di Jun, also saw that the Demon Saint, including the Old Ancestor Kunpeng, were considering retiring.

A shadow of gloom flashed across his eyes, and he was secretly annoyed; these Demon Saint were indeed unreliable.

Unfortunately, at this critical juncture, Di Jun had to find a way to win over the troops and stabilize morale.

Di Jun said in a clear, cold, and serious voice:

"Everyone, do your utmost to suppress the Witch Clan. Otherwise, if we suffer a defeat today, the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court will likely fall apart immediately."

"Kunpeng, your fate will certainly not be any better than ours."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's eyes also flashed with a fierce light as he said:

"Indeed, today we must settle the score with the Witch Clan."

There's no need for you to be afraid of these Ancestral Witch. I see that almost everyone, including Di Jiang, is injured.

"One's strength is inevitably limited. With the All Sages of my demon race, are we really no match for a group of crippled individuals?"

Hearing Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's words, the Demon Saint, including Old Ancestor Kunpeng, finally calmed down.

Upon closer inspection, it appeared that Di Jiang and the others who had attacked were indeed weakened and seriously injured.

The Demon Saint exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a rare fierce fighting spirit.

This group of Ancestral Witch must have suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Luo Qing and his companions.

They're nothing but a pack of stray dogs now; this is the perfect time for them to beat a drowning dog.

Facing the Ancestral Witch Di Jiang, who had revealed his Ancestral Witch Body and was attacking from the sky.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, wielding the Eastern Emperor Bell, shouted, "Kill!"

They immediately charged towards Di Jiang.

Di Jun also stopped Zhu Jiuyin.

Demon Master Kunpeng and other Demon Saint, having no intention of retreating, also launched attacks on a group of heavily injured Ancestral Witch.

Nearly twenty Quasi-Sage then began to fight each other in the sky above Buzhou Mountain.

The remaining millions of the Witch Clan immortals and gods in the Witch God Mountain below saw that Di Jiang and other Ancestral Witch had returned to their aid.

They were all greatly encouraged and broke through the protective formation of Witch God Mountain.

In an attempt to aid the Ancestral Witch, they clashed with the Demon Race Army.

Zhu Rong Ancestral Witch, had almost lost all her strength. In the midst of the chaotic battle, she rescued the dying Xuanming Ancestral Witch and retreated into Witch God Mountain.

During the retreat, not seeing Houtu, Zhurong anxiously asked, "Where is Houtu?"

Xuan Ming weakly said, "Houtu spirit was nearly shattered by the Eastern Emperor Bell, her physical body is torn apart, and she has fallen into a coma."

"What?"

Xuan Ming's words caused Zhurong's heart to tremble and filled him with a tremendous hatred.

He was second only to Di Jiang among the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Houtu was still relatively well-supported by the Ancestral Witch.

Now that Houtu's fate is unknown, how can Zhurong not be filled with great hatred?

However, Zhurong is now extremely weak and no longer has the strength to compete with the Quasi-Sage of the demon race.

They could only silently and resentfully retreat to the Witch God Palace together with Xuan Ming.

The demon race and the Witch Clan each had twenty Quasi-Sage, hundreds of Daluo Golden Immortal, and tens of millions of immortals and gods.

Centered on Witch God Mountain, the battlefield covered a large portion of the Buzhou Mountain area.

Luo Qing, who had followed Di Jiang and the others here, was currently on the edge of the battlefield of the Witch-Demon War.

They watched with great interest as the twenty Quasi-Sage fought each other.

The scene of a battle between tens of millions of immortals and gods was only seen during the Fierce Beast Calamity, on the battlefield in the Central Primordial Era the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin Three Clans fought.

During the last Dragon Phoenix Calamity, Luo Qing was only Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, and his cultivation was still shallow, so he did not witness the battle firsthand.

This is the first time I've witnessed the sheer scale of a war that could wipe out an entire race.

Every moment, immortals and gods perished in battle, and countless small sun-like physical bodies and primordial spirits self-destructed, rising and falling across the battlefield.

Quasi-Sage, let's talk about the battles between low-level immortals and gods.

The number of the Witch Clan cultivators was far less than that of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Soldiers.

These demon Heavenly Soldiers were not like the Quasi-Sage of the demon race, who were single-mindedly focused on achieving merit and avoiding mistakes, and whose main goal was self-preservation.

Members of the demon race with lower cultivation levels are often more brutal and bloodthirsty than cultivators of the Witch Clan.

In the lower-level battlefield, the Witch Clan cultivators have already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

As the number of the Witch Clan members dwindled with each battle, they could only rely on their own self-destruction to take the demon tribe with them in their demise, barely managing to hold on.

Looking at the battlefield where blood flowed like a river and corpses piled up like mountains, Luo Qing showed no pity, only cold indifference.

The Eye of the Great Dao probes the layers of Kong Kong surrounding Buzhou Mountain.

Luo Qing saw the hidden traces of more than a dozen Quasi-Sage and Peak Grand Unity.

"The all-out war against the Lich has indeed attracted quite a few people."

Luo Qing muttered to himself, his mind drifting into deep thought.

It seems that no matter how powerful the demon race becomes, the Witch Clan will never be destroyed.

If the Witch Clan is in danger of annihilation, the Primordial Quasi-Sage who are watching the battle will surely hold back the Demon Clan.

"Using the Witch Clan to balance the increasingly powerful Demon Clan?"

That's a good idea.

They underestimated the power of the Ancestral Witch.

Luo Qing sighed inwardly.

If it weren't for him, the first war between the Lich Kings wouldn't have happened prematurely.

Having already crippled several Ancestral Witch, the demon race is now at a disadvantage.

Once the Twelve Ancestor Witches have fully recovered from their injuries and set up the Twelve Dutian Divine Fiend Great Array, it will become a nightmare for the demon race.

However, this was exactly the situation Luo Qing was happy to see.

It's best to prevent the Witch Clan and the demon clan from dominating each other, and to ensure that each has its own victories and defeats.

Thinking this, Luo Qing turned his gaze to the battlefield of the Lich Quasi-Sage.

Without the Twelve Dutian Divine Fiend Great Array and having already suffered heavy injuries, the Ancestral Witch were doomed to defeat.