The chaos in the Great Formation of the Stars lasted a full two hours.
The Demon Clan paid a terrible price to barely stabilize the formation: seventeen demon gods fell, and more than half of the 365 main-star formation nodes were damaged. But the imbalance between yin and yang could not be fixed. The formation's power dropped by forty percent, and whenever it operated, it made a grating "creeeak, creeeak" noise, like an old ox cart about to fall apart.
Di Jun was so furious he nearly smashed the Witch-Slaying Sword 2.0—if it hadn't been the product of a century of painstaking work.
"Investigate! Investigate this thoroughly!" His eyes were bloodshot. "Why did the Lunar Star suddenly go out of control? Why is the Solar Star's source unstable? And those seventy-two nodes that exploded—why were they all secondary nodes?!"
The Demon Clan's senior officials were silent as mice. No one dared answer.
They had a vague suspicion that someone had set them up. But whoever could scheme against the two supreme stars, the Solar Star and the Lunar Star, while precisely detonating seventy-two formation nodes... had to be at least a Saint.
But why would a Saint do this?
"Could it be Lady Nuwa..." one demon god muttered under his breath.
"Silence!" Taiyi roared. "How dare you presume to speculate about a Saint!"
But suspicion had also taken root in his heart. Though Nuwa was a Saint of the Demon Clan, she had always disapproved of the Demon Clan's slaughter of the Human Clan. Would she secretly aid the Witch Clan in this final battle?
Once planted, suspicion grew like weeds.
Meanwhile, in the Witch Clan's camp.
Watching the chaos on the Demon Clan's side, Dijiang's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but soon turned anxious.
"The Demon Clan's formation running into