The Witch-Demon War Erupts
Tai Yi's maniacal laughter was like a cold knife, cutting into Chen Tian's heart.
Chen Tian knew he had no choice.
"Enough!"
Chen Tian roared, his voice shaking the Chaos, forcefully suppressing the clamor of the Ancestral Witch and Tai Yi's maniacal laughter.
A chilling sense of powerlessness and rage rose from the depths of his Primordial Realm Dao Heart.
He knew that the situation was completely out of control.
The most urgent task is to suppress Tai Yi first, and then slowly clean up this mess.
"Set up the formation."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resolute determination that cut off everything, clearly reaching the ears of every Ancestral Witch.
Zhu Rong, Gonggong, and the others were shaken, and the fanaticism and extremism in their eyes were somewhat dispelled.
The eleven Ancestral Witch subconsciously began to move according to their most instinctive blood ties and battle formation memories.
Although Houtu has already reincarnated, the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation was still performed in an incomplete form.
A towering, ethereal figure emerged from the Chaos; it was none other than Pangu.
Chen Tian merged into the illusory image of Pangu True Body, like Chaos Demon God from the distant past.
Wherever the phantom of Pangu Axe passed, Chaos exploded, and earth, fire, water, and wind were wildly generated and then annihilated.
"Chaos Bell! Suppress!"
Tai Yi's pupils contracted sharply, but he showed no intention of backing down.
The Chaos Bell itself resounded with a deafening roar, its waves forming layers upon layers of Chaos barriers in front of him.
The illusory images of the stars swirled wildly across the bell.
The Chaos Bell let out a mournful cry, and the illusory images of the sun, moon Stars on its surface dimmed considerably in an instant.
Tai Yi he had been struck by a heavy blow, let out a muffled groan, and pale golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Even the boiling Solar True Fire around him paused for a moment.
The dazzling Sword Light unleashed by the Heavenly Emperor Sword shattered instantly, inch by inch.
Although this Pangu True Body was incomplete, the power it unleashed was Tai Yi mere Primordial Realm, a first-level Hunyuan cultivator, could withstand.
"May the stars of the heavens bless me!"
Three hundred and sixty-five dazzling beams of light tore through the barrier between Chaos and the Prehistoric World, and descended fiercely!
These are the 365 Great Luo Demon God who wield the 365 Grand Formation of Stars Stars!
The leader was none other than the Demon Saint Bai Ze.
Three hundred and sixty-five beams of Stars suddenly unfolded in the Chaos.
A vast star map, composed of countless Stars trails and Dao runes, unfolded behind Tai Yi!
At this moment, Tai Yi stood on the stars of the heavens, with the Chaos Bell above his head and the Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand.
"Chen Tian!"
Tai Yi's voice, like the simultaneous resounding of billions of Stars, carried a chilling majesty capable of crushing everything:
"I am the Heavenly Emperor! I rule over all the heavens! How can I be suppressed by you?!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The phantom of Pangu Axe clashed wildly with the Heavenly Emperor Sword in Tai Yi's hand amidst the Chaos.
Each collision reduced vast Chaos to nothingness, resulting in the destruction and birth of countless worlds within them.
The terrifying aftershocks even penetrated the barrier between Chaos and the Prehistoric World.
Above the Prehistoric World sky, shocking cracks were torn open.
All living beings in the Prehistoric World world looked up in horror at the sky, wondering what kind of fierce battle had taken place deep within the Chaos.
At the Buzhou Mountain, Da Yi slowly put away his Sun Shooting Divine Bow, a cold and smug smile curving his lips.
"A group of natives, after all, are just natives."
Gazing at the terrifying scene of violent collisions in the Chaos, Da Yi's eyes were filled with a cold, cunning satisfaction at his successful scheme.
"Go ahead and hit them, the harder the better..."
"When you are both severely weakened, this Prehistoric World shall rightfully be ruled by me, Da Yi!"
He turned abruptly, facing the countless Witch Clan youths below who were already alarmed by the Chaos battle, yet somewhat bewildered.
"Warriors of the Witch Clan!"
Da Yi's voice was infused with the magical power of a late-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, resounding like a war drum throughout Buzhou Mountain.
"The Thirteen Ancestral Witches are leading our ancestors in a battle for the dignity of our Witch Clan! A battle for our compatriots who perished under the Demon Clan race's blade!"
"That Tai Yi, who allowed his son to commit atrocities and slaughter my Witch Clan's vassals, has committed heinous crimes! Now he even dares to provoke Buzhou Mountain!"
"At this moment, he has been suppressed by the Ancestral Witch! It is time for us sons to avenge our father god and our Witch Clan and repay the blood debt!"
"Follow me as we storm the Demon Clan and raze the Heavenly Court to the ground!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The Witch Clan general, whose mind had already been partially influenced by Da Yi's system abilities, was the first to respond, roaring fiercely.
Immediately afterwards, the fighting spirit of countless Witch Clan warriors was completely ignited.
New and old grudges, coupled with the blood-soaked thirst for battle and conquest, erupted like a volcano!
"Follow Da Yi!"
"Crush the Demon Clan! Pay the blood debt in blood!"
"For the Father God! For the Witch Clan!"
The massive, dark army of the Witch Clan resembled Prehistoric World, desolate sea of malevolent energy bursting its banks.
Led by Da Yi, they roared with earth-shattering force and surged into the territory of the Demon Clan race.
The conflict between the Witch-Demon was ignited at this moment!
"Da Yi..."
Chen Tian merged into the illusory image of Pangu True Body, gazing towards the Prehistoric World, his eyes as cold as an ancient Hanyuan.
He knew that the worst had already happened.
A full-scale war against the Witch-Demon is now inevitable.
"Tai Yi!"
Chen Tian's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of weariness and anger that even he himself didn't realize:
"We've both fallen into a trap! Stop! Otherwise, the Prehistoric World will face eternal damnation!"
"Calculation?"
Tai Yi coughed up blood, yet laughed maniacally, his eyes burning with golden flames that nearly consumed his reason.
"Chen Tian! Don't give me that!"
Before he finished speaking, Tai Yi once again unleashed an even more violent surge of celestial power, attacking Pangu True Body.
The Demon Saint who remained in the Thirty-three Heavens had already received an urgent report of unusual movements by the Witch Clan at the front lines.
The faces of all the Demon Saint turned pale in an instant, but were quickly replaced by a fighting spirit and anger that were determined to fight to the death.
"Ring the Demon-Gathering Bell!"
"All Demon Clan tribesmen, assemble!"
"Ready for battle!"
"Avenge the Crown Prince! Fight to the death for the survival of the Demon Clan!"
The mournful sounds of horns and bells echoed throughout the Demon Clan realm.
At this moment, Kunpeng was in the Demon Master Palace, contemplating how to escape.
"My goodness! How did they start fighting over nothing...?"
As Kunpeng packed his luggage, he wondered who he should seek refuge with.
Just then, the mark that Chen Tian had implanted in his body on Shouyang Mountain suddenly reappeared.
"Kunpeng, come into the Chaos and help me break the formation!"
Chen Tian's voice rang out.
Kunpeng had not broken through to the Primordial Realm, it naturally could not resist Chen Tian's control.
He tore through the void in a daze and entered the Chaos.