After stopping that axe strike, Hongjun stood with his hands tucked into his sleeves and said impassively, "This battle ends here. From this day onward, the demons shall rule the heavens, and the witches shall rule the earth. For the next hundred thousand years, the two races shall not wage war."
After Hongjun stopped the strike, Pangu's towering figure remained motionless. A thunderous rumble emerged indistinctly from his mouth: "Heavenly... Dao!"
The Heavenly Dao Wheel manifested out of thin air behind Hongjun. At that moment, he was no longer Hongjun, but the Heavenly Dao itself.
Gazing coldly at Pangu, who towered between heaven and earth, Hongjun murmured in the Heavenly Dao's voice, "Existences like you, who have no place in this world, should obediently disappear!"
With that, the Heavenly Dao Wheel behind him blazed with light and met Pangu's axe strike without yielding.
In an instant, the enormous axe was annihilated, while the Heavenly Dao Wheel was sent flying backward. Cracks spread across its surface before it vanished into thin air.
"In the end, Hong Huang is still Pangu's!"
With those words, Pangu's immense figure dispersed with a thunderous crash, revealing the Twelve Ancestral Witches within.
The Heavenly Dao cast a cold glance at the pale-faced Twelve Ancestral Witches and said icily, "The demons shall rule the heavens, and the witches shall rule the earth. For the next hundred thousand years, you shall not wage war."
Though unwilling, the Twelve Ancestral Witches could only accept the decree.
As the Twelve Ancestral Witches led the Witch Race army away, Hongjun vanished from the world as well.
In the Northern Lands, Red Dust watched the last trace of consciousness Pan had left in Hong Huang dissipate, her expression unchanged.
"You're not going to intervene?"
In response to Huang's question, Red Dust