Di Jiang lay on a stretcher, pretending to be injured, while Zhu Jiuyin sang as he summoned a Dayun heavy truck.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi swung a cleaver, hacking away like a mad dog, while East King Duke was beaten so badly he clutched his head and ran, crying for help.
Di Jun, watching from the sidelines, lowered his head and looked at the golden armor he wore, which only made him more fired up the more he was hit. He could only let out a helpless sigh.
"Alas..."
"What a pity. What a pity."
"Such a wonderful moment, such a satisfying group brawl."
"And yet, because My magic treasure is purely defensive, I can't join in?"
"Being able to take a beating but not dish one out cuts the fun in half!"
Di Jun's eyes brimmed with envy, and he secretly made up his mind.
"No, I have to find Martial Nephew Zhao Gongming and ask him to refine Me a new offensive magic treasure when I get the chance!"
"I want one that can beat people half to death, too!"
Meanwhile, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, deep in Chaos, stood the Zixiao Palace.
Amid the unchanging silence, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who had long been in seclusion, body joined with the Dao, suddenly opened his eyes.
Those eyes seemed to contain the endless birth and destruction of galaxies, detached and profound.
Hongjun's fingers twitched as he began to divine the secrets of Heaven.
A moment later, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of confusion crossed his face.
"Strange..."
"The general trend of Heaven's Dao cannot be changed, but its smaller currents can."
"By all rights, the Witch and Demon Clans should have clashed on a massive scale several times by now, with the aura of tribulation spreading throughout the Primordial