Witch-Demon Truce

After the three Demon Saints were trapped, they unleashed all their skills but were still unable to break free.

More chains surged from the earth, binding them tighter and tighter.

The Ancestor Witches were already stronger than them.

Now trapped, they likely had no chance of escaping.

Meanwhile.

On the other side, the Xuanming Ancestor Witch's surrounding cold energy suddenly erupted to its extreme, instantly freezing the Fei Lian Demon Saint who was fighting her.

Although Fei Lian immediately shattered the ice and broke free, its movements were delayed by a fraction of a second.

Xuanming, enduring being scraped of large patches of flesh and blood by Fei Lian's Bone-Corroding Yin Wind, casually raised her hand.

A highly concentrated "Xuanming Bone Spike" instantly appeared and pierced the shoulder blade of the Demon Saint Ci Tie, who was in the distance casting a spell to interfere with the celestial phenomena!

Ci Tie cried out in agony.

Half of its body was instantly covered in thick black Xuanming ice, and its magical power circulation became sluggish.

"Xuan Qing! Release my Witch Clan's children! Otherwise, your three Demon Saints will immediately perish!"

Houtu stood with her feet on the ground, her face pale and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

It was clear that forcefully activating the earth veins to restrain the three Demon Saints was a huge burden, but her eyes were filled with absolute resolve.

Xuanming's face was like frost, countless tiny ice crystals spinning around her, locking onto the temporarily restrained Fei Lian and the injured Ci Tie, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Chen Tian's eyes lit up. He seized the opportunity to launch several fierce attacks, forcing Tai Yi to retreat slightly.

He roared at Xuan Qing, "Xuan Qing! Release my elder brother and sister immediately! Otherwise, your Demon Court will lose three great generals today!"

Tai Yi's expression turned extremely grim.

He hadn't expected Houtu and Xuanming to be so decisive and ruthless, actually taking hostages in the midst of a fierce battle.

Gui Che, Qin Yuan, and Shang Yang were one thing.

But Ci Tie was a crucial Demon Saint in charge of part of the Demon Clan's logistics and skilled in crafting!

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Qing!" Tai Yi looked at Xuan Qing, his voice low and carrying an undeniable weight.

At this moment, Xuan Qing's expression also became unpredictable.

He stared intently at the three struggling Demon Saints beneath Houtu's feet.

Then he looked at the seven Ancestor Witches behind him, whose auras were growing weaker.

Hand over the hostages?

What about the three spiritual treasures?

His "wife" was still waiting for the origin power within those spiritual treasures to recover!

But if he didn't hand them over?

Judging by Tai Yi's expression, if Gui Che and the others died because of him, Tai Yi would likely turn against him immediately.

Though he was powerful, facing Tai Yi, who had the blessings of the Thirty-three Heavens, and the other Ancestor Witches who were eyeing him menacingly, he had no chance of winning.

More importantly, he had joined the Demon Court precisely to use the Demon Clan's power to deal with the Witch Clan and reclaim the spiritual treasures.

If he fell out with Tai Yi now, all his schemes would be in vain.

Frenzy and reason warred fiercely in Xuan Qing's eyes.

The lotus leaf in his arms trembled slightly, as if urging him silently.

Finally, his obsession with "resurrecting his wife" and his assessment of the situation led him to make a decision.

"Fine!"

Xuan Qing gritted his teeth, his voice sounding as if squeezed from between his molars.

"Exchange hostages! Chen Tian, you throw the three spiritual treasures over first! I'll release them immediately!"

"You dream!"

Chen Tian roared, "You release them first! My Witch Clan keeps its word, unlike your shameless self!"

"Then there's nothing to discuss!" Xuan Qing's eyes sharpened, the phantom image of the Demon Lotus behind him swelled, and its devouring power intensified.

She Bi Shi and the other Ancestor Witches let out pained groans, their bodies visibly shriveling slightly.

"Xuan Qing, how dare you!"

Houtu shrieked, the ground beneath her feet rumbling.

The earth vein chains binding Gui Che and the others suddenly tightened, making their bones creak and causing their demon blood to flow.

"Stop!"

"Halt!"

Tai Yi and Chen Tian spoke almost simultaneously.

The two men met each other's gaze across the distance, seeing the solemnity and determination in each other's eyes.

This can't go on any longer.

Otherwise, it will be a mutual destruction, or even a complete annihilation.

The Demon Saints and the seven Ancestor Witches were also speechless.

Can't you just give us a quick end? What's the point of torturing us like this!

"Release them simultaneously!" Tai Yi said in a deep voice.

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"Chen Tian, hand over the three spiritual treasures, and I swear by the name of the Heavenly Emperor that the Demon Court will immediately withdraw its troops today and will not invade Buzhou Mountain for a Yuan Hui!"

Chen Tian's pupils contracted slightly.

These terms...

He looked at his seven suffering elder brothers and sisters.

Then he looked at Houtu, Xuanming, and the other Ancestor Witches and countless Witch Clan warriors who were fighting bitterly.

Although the Witch Clan was brave, the Demon Clan had come prepared today, their momentum was strong, and there was the variable of Xuan Qing.

If the fight continued, even if they won, it would be a pyrrhic victory, and they might even be taken advantage of by other forces.

Although the three spiritual treasures were important, they were ultimately external objects.

And...

The Heavenly Dao was likely watching this battlefield.

The Witch-Demon Calamity was a scheme set up to destroy them, the Ancestor Witches.

"Chen Tian! No!" Tian Wu roared from a distance, preferring to die in battle than to be coerced.

"Thirteenth Brother, don't worry about us! Kill this madman!" Qiang Liang roared, attempting to self-destruct, but was tightly suppressed by the Demon Lotus vines.

Chen Tian closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with determination.

"Good! Tai Yi, remember your oath!"

He waved his hand, and three streams of light flew out from his sleeve, hovering in the center of the battlefield.

They were the Coiling Dragon Crutch, the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, and the Qingping Sword!

The three spiritual treasures emitted a hazy Innate spiritual light, their Dao rhymes naturally formed, immediately attracting the attention of all the Great Powers present.

Xuan Qing's breathing instantly became heavy, and his eyes erupted with terrifying greed and excitement, the lotus leaves in his arms trembling incessantly.

"Release them!" Chen Tian and Tai Yi shouted in unison.

Xuan Qing suppressed his excitement, and with a thought, the phantom image of the Demon Lotus behind him retracted, and the countless devouring vines slowly withdrew from the bodies of the seven Ancestor Witches.

With every inch withdrawn, the aura of the Ancestor Witches weakened, but they were finally free from the terrifying devouring.

On the other side, Houtu also snorted coldly, the earth vein chains under her feet loosened, and she threw Gui Che, Qin Yuan, and Shang Yang towards the Demon Clan's formation.

Xuanming also retracted the Xuanming Bone Spikes nailed to Ci Tie's shoulder blades and the cold air targeting Fei Lian.

The seven extremely weakened Ancestor Witches staggered back, snatched back by the other Ancestor Witches.

The three Demon Saints and the injured Ci Tie also retreated in embarrassment to Tai Yi's side.

Xuan Qing reached out and grabbed them impatiently.

Feeling the cold temperature of the three spiritual treasures, his previously crazed eyes actually calmed down.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha... Finally... Finally..."

Xuan Qing tightly gripped the three spiritual treasures, his fingers turning slightly white from excessive force.

He looked down at the green lotus leaf in his arms, his voice squeezed from his throat, starting with a low chuckle, then turning into a mad laugh.

This laughter sounded particularly harsh and eerie on the battlefield littered with corpses and filled with smoke.

Tai Yi's face turned ashen, and he quickly weighed the situation in his heart.

Although they had not managed to flatten Pangu Hall today, they had severely wounded seven Ancestor Witches and forced Chen Tian to hand over three spiritual treasures.

Xuan Qing, this powerful reinforcement, had also gotten what he wanted.

More importantly...

His gaze swept across the entire battlefield.

Although the Demon Clan had also suffered some losses, their morale had not fallen, and their main force was still intact.

And the Witch Clan, after this battle, had inevitably exposed their weakness – emotions!

Even though the Ancestor Witches' physical bodies were unparalleled, they could not ignore the emotions between their flesh and blood relatives.

"Chen Tian!"

Tai Yi collected his thoughts, suppressed all his unwillingness, and his voice boomed across the battlefield:

"It ends here today! I, the Emperor, will keep my word. Within a Yuan Hui, the Demon Court's forces will not set foot within half a step of Buzhou Mountain!"

He cast a deep glance at Chen Tian and suddenly swung the Heavenly Emperor Sword.

"Retreat!"

The order was given.

Although the Demon Clan army was unwilling, they followed orders and began to retreat like a receding tide.

The wounded Demon Saints were helped up, and the corpses of fallen Demon Clan warriors were hastily collected.

The rolling demon clouds reformed, but they carried a heavier gloom than when they arrived.

Xuan Qing seemed to hear nothing around him.

He just stared blankly at the lotus leaf in his arms and the spiritual treasure in his hand, following the Demon Clan army's slow retreat, his figure gradually swallowed by the demon clouds.

Chen Tian watched the direction of the Demon Clan's retreat, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He helped up the weakened She Bi Shi and the others, and said in a deep voice, "Let's return to Pangu Hall first."

The Witch Clan warriors let out roars of unwillingness, but they could only lift the corpses of their companions and retreat into the depths of Buzhou Mountain, bearing their wounds and burning hatred.

The smoke of gunpowder slowly dissipated, leaving behind only a devastated land and a shattered sky.