Hard to Part

The Ancestor Witches and Quasi-Saints fought each other, turning the sky above Buzhou Mountain into a chaotic mess.

Below, on the ground, the true grinding of flesh and blood had only just begun.

A Demon God at the Grand Unity level unleashed his divine abilities, sending out wave after wave of sound.

The sound waves transformed into tangible black ripples, shattering the millions of Witch Clan warriors charging at the forefront.

These Witch Clan warriors possessed formidable physiques, making them difficult to harm with ordinary magical treasures.

But under this innate sound-killing divine ability, they bled from all seven orifices, their internal organs ruptured, exploding like watermelons struck by an invisible heavy hammer.

"Form ranks! Don't scatter!"

A Great Witch of the Kuafu Clan, standing a thousand zhang tall and wielding a giant axe, roared.

His blood and qi surged skyward like smoke. His giant axe swept out, cleaving over a dozen attacking Demon Generals and their weapons into two.

The remaining Witch Clan warriors heard the command and quickly regrouped. Relying on instinct and years of tacit understanding, they formed a simple battle formation.

Their killing intent intertwined, forming a blurry, roaring phantom of Fierce Beasts above their heads, barely resisting the erosion of sound waves and the myriad demon arts raining down.

Grand Unity, Taiyi...

Experts of various cultivation levels joined the battlefield.

The battle between the Witch and Demon clans briefly entered a stalemate.

However, could a battle that determined the fate of the Great Desolation go unnoticed?

Across the Great Desolation, countless gazes crossed infinite space, focusing on the area below Buzhou Mountain.

Kunlun Mountain.

Pure qi swirled, and the Dao's essence was naturally formed.

The Four Pure Ones gathered on a cloud platform, before them a water mirror reflecting the world-shattering scene of the Buzhou Mountain battlefield.

Laozi held a whisk, his eyelids slightly lowered as if dozing, but the faint tremor at the tip of the whisk revealed that his mind was not entirely at peace.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate's face was as dark as water, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping across every inch of the battlefield in the mirror.

When his gaze fell upon Xuan Qing, he let out a cold snort: "Heretical ways and demonic paths, you deserve to be caught in the tribulation!"

Tongtian Cult Master, however, watched with delight, unable to resist slamming the table: "Good! Well fought!"

"These Ancestor Witches are finally getting a taste of hardship... Huh? Why are you glaring at me, Second Brother?"

Yuanshi's face darkened further: "Third Brother! What is there to see in such a brutal fight? It only adds to the Great Desolation's killing karma!"

Tongtian fell silent upon hearing this, a rare look of shame appearing on his face.

Li Shou, with the lowest cultivation, stood behind the Three Pure Ones, watching with a pounding heart.

The world-ending power made him deeply realize: all in the Great Tribulation are but ashes.

He looked at Chen Tian, who was locked in a fierce battle with Tai Yi in the mirror, and felt an indescribable sense of strangeness surge within him.

This Thirteenth Ancestor Witch, his methods and disposition were completely out of sync with the legendary crude and barbaric Witch Clan.

And Xuan Qing...

His innate spirit treasure was clearly a treasure of Creation, yet the methods he employed were those of devouring and assimilation, stealing the Creation of others.

What kind of demons and monsters are these?

"Chen Tian! Look at your brothers and sisters!"

Just as Chen Tian and Tai Yi were locked in a fierce battle, their armies entangled in a vortex of flesh and blood.

Xuan Qing's bone-chilling voice pierced through the deafening shouts and roars, clearly reaching Chen Tian's ears.

Chen Tian's heart tightened, and he glanced over, distracted.

He saw that on one side of the battlefield, Xuan Qing stood alone in an area of eerie silence.

He still held the verdant lotus leaf in his arms, but a nauseating aura of decay permeated his entire being.

Seven Ancestor Witches who had not yet broken through to the Hun Yuan Golden Immortal realm—She Bi Shi, Ru Shou, Ju Mang, Tian Wu, Yue Zi, Qiang Liang, and Zhu Jiuyin—were trapped by him alone!

On the massive true bodies of the seven Ancestor Witches, the small green lotus flowers that had grown from their wounds were no longer mere adornments.

They had transformed into thick, dragon-like vines, a grotesque fusion of plant and flesh.

These vines were rooted within the Ancestor Witches, madly devouring their blood, qi, killing intent, and even their origins.

The Ancestor Witches roared repeatedly, struggling desperately.

Their indestructible true bodies slammed against the void, creating countless cracks in the surrounding space.

But those grotesque devouring vines were like maggots on bone.

The more they struggled, the faster they devoured.

The Ancestor Witches' auras grew increasingly weak.

What made Chen Tian's pupils contract even further was that Xuan Qing was not merely trapping them.

The root tendrils of that demonic lotus phantom writhed like living creatures.

It had subtly formed a malevolent connection with the True Spirits of seven Ancestor Witches.

It was as if, with a mere thought from Xuan Qing, he could use this connection to directly devour the origins and True Spirits of the seven Ancestor Witches.

"Xuan Qing! How dare you!"

Chen Tian's eyes split open with rage, his fury reaching the heavens. The God-Slaying Spear in his hand erupted with unprecedented ferocity, and he was about to ignore Tai Yi and turn to attack Xuan Qing.

"Your opponent is me!"

How could Tai Yi let him have his way?

The Thirty-three Heavens projected brilliant light, and the Chaos Bell rang out with a deafening roar. The bell waves condensed into tangible shackles, wrapping around Chen Tian layer upon layer.

The Heavenly Emperor Sword transformed into a golden river that spanned the heavens and earth, cutting off his path.

Chen Tian was forced to turn back, the God-Slaying Spear churning the chaos as he once again fiercely clashed with Tai Yi, but his mind was already somewhat unsettled.

"Hehehe..."

Xuan Qing let out a chilling, low laugh.

He stroked the lotus leaf in his arms, his eyes filled with a strange tenderness, while his voice was as cold as ice that had been frozen for ten thousand years.

"Chen Tian, hand over the Coiling Dragon Crutch, the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, and the Qingping Sword."

"Otherwise, I will make you watch with your own eyes as your brothers and sisters die before you!"

"Every drop of their blood, every wisp of their soul, will become the foundation for my wife's resurrection!"

His words carried a mad, obsessive persistence and cruelty.

"Xuan Qing! You're seeking death!!"

Gonggong, Zhu Rong, Houtu, Xuanming, and the other Ancestor Witches, who were locked in fierce battle with Bai Ze and the other Demon Saints, also noticed the anomaly here. Filled with shock and rage, they wanted to retreat and help.

The newly promoted Quasi-Saint Demon Saints fought desperately as well, desperately holding back their respective opponents.

Although they couldn't instantly restrain multiple Ancestor Witches like Xuan Qing.

They could still, with their numerical advantage and formation coordination, hold back several anxious Ancestor Witches for a short time.

The battle situation, due to Xuan Qing's sudden and vicious move, instantly became even more complex and perilous.

Chen Tian's face turned ashen, his thoughts racing.

Should he hand over the three supreme spiritual treasures...

He looked at the seven brothers and sisters whose auras were continuously weakening under the devouring demon lotus.

Feeling the pain and unwillingness transmitted through their bloodline, Chen Tian's heart felt as if it were being twisted by knives.

These were his kin, connected by blood, who had treated him with genuine affection!

Just as Chen Tian gritted his teeth, almost making a decision.

"Hmph! Xuan Qing, you think you're the only one who takes hostages?!"

A clear, cold roar sounded, like moonlight scattering, instantly drawing some attention.

It was seen that during the fierce battle between Ancestor Witch Houtu and the Demon Saint Gui Che, she had deliberately taken a blow from Gui Che!

With the Law of Earth fully activated, the ground around Buzhou Mountain seemed to come alive.

Endless earth vein energy surged out, transforming into billions of incredibly tough, earthy-yellow chains.

Instantly, Gui Che, Qin Yuan, and Shang Yang, three Demon Saints, were bound tightly!

These earth vein chains contained the Law of Earth controlled by Houtu, were immensely heavy, and were connected to the earth veins of Buzhou Mountain, making them exceptionally resilient.

The three Demon Saints were caught off guard and were immediately pulled towards the ground.

The chains deeply embedded themselves into their flesh and skin, sealing their magical powers, making it difficult to break free for a time!

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