The Human Race's sacred land, Kongtong Mountain.
Seeing this, Zhenyuanzi was overcome with shock and couldn't help but exclaim,
"This... this is the power of the Tribulation of Calamity!"
Huang Tian, standing nearby, said nothing. He mused to himself,
The Witch Clan has no Saint to lead them. How can they possibly withstand the Demon Race?
As one of Qin Mu's clones, Huang Tian knew that the Witch and Demon Races were both destined to face the Tribulation of Calamity.
After the Witch-Demon War, both races would decline and leave the stage of history in the Primordial Wilderness.
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But that depended on the two races being evenly matched in strength.
Now that the Demon Race had gained a Saint in Dijun, Huang Tian could see that the balance of power between the two races had shifted.
The Nether Underworld.
Beneath the Eighteen Levels of Hell, in the vast Blood Sea.
Ancestor Minghe was also watching the decisive battle between the Witch and Demon Races.
"Such slaughter! This is truly exhilarating!"
"I wonder whether Daoist Qin Mu will come to the Witch Clan's aid?"
He had always followed the path of attaining Sagehood through slaughter.
Though Qin Mu had helped him successfully attain Sagehood, his bloodthirsty nature had not changed.
Another thing that made Ancestor Minghe curious was whether Qin Mu would interfere in the Witch-Demon War.
While the Saints were still reeling from shock,
at Buzhou Mountain, in the heart of the battlefield,
the Twelve Ancestral Witches all revealed their towering true bodies, each one like a primordial demon god as they charged into the Demon Race's army.
"Boom! Boom!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
With every gesture, countless Demon Race warriors were blasted apart, their blood staining the sky.
"Dijun! Come and meet your death!"
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