Billions of the Demon Race Descend from the Demon Court, Catastrophe for the Human Race, the Choice of the Witch Clan!

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

In the Demon Court, within the Thirty-three Heavens, the sound of horns resonated across the heavens and earth.

Endless demonic energy surged and billowed like a tsunami.

Centered on the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, within a territory spanning trillions of miles, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was eroded and extinguished, filled with a terrifying aura of death.

At the lowest level of the Thirty-three Heavens, the Taihuang Huangzeng Heaven, two figures stood tall.

One had the body of a deer and the head of a bird with wings on its back; it was none other than Fei Lian, one of the Ten Great Demon Sages who mastered the Law of Wind.

The other resembled a giant bee, the size of a mandarin duck, with the body of an eagle and the tail of a snake; it was none other than Qin Yuan, one of the Ten Great Demon Sages who mastered the Law of Poison.

"The Human Race does not know their place. They were originally created as blood food for us by our Demon Race Saint, Nuwa."

"Now, the Human Race dares to defy the Demon Race and slaughter our kin; their crimes are unforgivable!"

"By the order of His Majesty the Demon Emperor, we lead the billions of the Demon Army to march upon the Shore of the East Sea and punish the Human Race!!"

"This battle will be a victory!!"

Shouting aloud, the Demon Sage Qin Yuan faced the billions of the Demon Army, his crimson eyes filled with a bloodthirsty glow as he roared the command.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

Hearing Qin Yuan's roar, the billions of the Demon Army shouted in unison.

The next moment, led by the two Demon Sages Qin Yuan and Fei Lian, the billions of the Demon Army descended from the Thirty-three Heavens, heading straight for the Shore of the East Sea.

The demonic energy surged, eroding everything in the world; wherever they passed, all things were destroyed, leaving no trace of life behind.

Meanwhile, in the Endless Earth Abyss, at the Pangu Temple.

"Big Brother, the beasts of the Demon Race have moved out!"

"We have waited so long; can we finally strike now!"

Unable to restrain himself, the Ancestral Witch of Water, Gonggong, was the first to shout, his voice rumbling and echoing endlessly within the Pangu Temple.

"That's right, Big Brother!"

"Those two feathered birds, Di Jun and Taiyi, happen to be away from the Demon Court, leaving only a few Demon Sages behind."

"Now that the Demon Army has poured out in full force to invade the Human Race at the Shore of the East Sea, this is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for our Witch Clan!"

"We should strike the Thirty-three Heavens and level the Lingxiao Treasure Hall!"

The Ancestral Witch of Wood, Jumang, followed closely, his fighting spirit surging.

"Three hundred thousand years ago, twelve Martial Dao Stone Tablets suddenly appeared in the world."

"Any living being can comprehend the True Martial Dao Intent depicted on the tablets."

"Not only do they contain complete cultivation methods, but they also hold peerless combat techniques and supreme divine abilities."

"Our Witch Clan is born with strong physical bodies, but because we lack a Nascent Soul, we cannot refine spiritual treasures and have been suppressed by the Demon Race's treasures."

"However, the path of Martial Dao emphasizes cultivating both the internal and external, which perfectly fits the strong physical nature of our Witch Clan."

"Over these three hundred thousand years, our clansmen have devoted themselves to comprehending the essence of the Martial Dao Stone Tablets, using the Martial Dao to further temper our bodies."

"Combined with Martial Dao combat techniques, even when facing Daluo or even Quasi saint experts of the Demon Race who possess spiritual treasures, our Witch Clan is no longer as passive or disadvantaged as we once were."

"Now that the Demon Court is empty, I also believe this is the best time to attack the Lingxiao Treasure Hall."

"Big Brother, do not hesitate any longer!"

Without a moment of hesitation, the Ancestral Witch of Rain, Xuanming, also shouted.

Hearing this, the Ancestral Witch of Space, Dijiang, had sharp eyes; he remained silent for a long time, but it was clear he was moved.

"Big Brother, our Witch Clan has allied with the Human Race!"

"If we watch the Demon Race invade the Human Race at this moment and do nothing, how can we stand in this world? How can we have the face to call ourselves the bloodline of the Father God?"

Seeing this, the Ancestral Witch Houtu could not help but speak loudly to Dijiang.

"Second Brother, have you divined anything?"

At this moment, sensing an unusual fluctuation, Dijiang looked toward the Ancestral Witch of Time, Zhujiuyin, and asked in a deep voice.

The Ancestral Witch of Time, Zhujiuyin, specialized in the Law of Time.

As long as he paid a certain price, he could deduce extremely important futures.

Even if it were only one of countless possible futures, it was still very important for the Witch Clan's upcoming decision.

Even if he knew that now was indeed the best time to strike against the Demon Race.

Before Zhujiuyin could finish his divination, Dijiang could not easily make a decision.

"Pfft!"

No sooner had Dijiang finished speaking than Zhujiuyin's expression suddenly paled, and he could not suppress a mouthful of blood from spraying out. His powerful life force plummeted, and he had unexpectedly suffered a severe injury.

"Second Brother!"

"Second Brother!!"

The Ancestral Witches grew nervous and hurried to support Zhujiuyin.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches surged with life force, tightly shielding Zhujiuyin.

After a long while, Zhujiuyin's life force finally stabilized.

"Second Brother, were you not divining the future of our clan? How could this happen?"

Looking at Zhujiuyin in disbelief, Dijiang asked in a deep voice.

As the most powerful forces under the Law of Force, there were the Law of Time and the Law of Space.

As early as endless ages ago, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin were already in the late stage of Quasi saint.

Looking across the Demon Race, the only ones capable of contending with Dijiang and Zhujiuyin were Di Jun and Taiyi, who were at the same realm.

They were already existences standing at the pinnacle of this era, beneath the saints.

Dijiang found it hard to imagine what kind of future could actually cause a backlash against Zhujiuyin.

"Eldest Brother, it is the Human Race!"

"The Human Race must not be underestimated!!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhujiuyin said with difficulty.

"Hiss!"

Hearing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, their faces full of disbelief.

"The Human Race is merely an acquired race born less than a million years ago; they likely do not even have a Daluo among them. How could they cause you such a backlash, Second Brother?"

With eyes like torches, Dijiang could not help but press for an answer.

The other Ancestral Witches also stared at Zhujiuyin in confusion.

"Eldest Brother."

"I exhausted all my strength, attempting to catch a glimpse of a corner of the River of Destiny."

"I looked past the myriad races, and even our own clan and the Demon Race, and nothing happened."

"But the moment I saw the Human Race, the River of Destiny surged with waves, causing me to suffer a severe backlash."

"However, at the final moment, I saw something—something truly terrifying!"

Sweeping his horrified gaze across all the Ancestral Witches, Zhujiuyin said in shock.

"Second Brother, tell us quickly, what kind of future is it?"

Hearing this, Dijiang hurriedly asked.

"In the corner of destiny I glimpsed, our Witch Clan was almost wiped out, with only a small number of clansmen hiding in the Southern Great Mountains, barely clinging to life."

"The Demon Race was also almost wiped out, hiding in the Northern Swamps, barely clinging to life."

"Between heaven and earth, the world was completely occupied by the endless Human Race, their destiny so terrifyingly vast that it reached a level our Witch and Demon Clans combined could not hope to match."

With eyes like torches, Zhujiuyin explained in a deep voice.

"This is impossible!!"

Hearing this, the Ancestral Witches exclaimed in shock.

The Witch and Demon Clans fought for hegemony over the world, and compared to the myriad races, they were existences on an entirely different level.

Yet Zhujiuyin was telling them that both the Witch and Demon Clans had lost, the myriad races had not risen, and instead, the Human Race—who were nothing more than blood food—had become the true masters of heaven and earth?

"Second Brother, is the future you spoke of certain to happen?"

Staring intensely at Zhujiuyin, Dijiang asked in a deep voice.

"Not necessarily."

"I can only glimpse one of countless possible futures."

Speaking earnestly, Zhujiuyin said solemnly.

"If that is the case, it means the Human Race has a way to deal with the Demon Race army on their own."

"Then our Witch Clan shall directly attack the Lingxiao Treasure Hall."

"Even if the Human Race ultimately fails to defeat the Demon Race."

"Upon discovering that the Lingxiao Treasure Hall is being attacked by our Witch Clan, the Demon Race army will inevitably have to abandon their assault on the Shore of the East Sea and choose to turn back to reinforce."

"In this way, we can be considered to have fulfilled our responsibilities as allies."

"Pass down the order: gather ten million of the Witch Clan and attack the Lingxiao Treasure Hall!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Dijiang shouted his command.

The eleven Ancestral Witches accepted the order one after another and quickly began to act.