Thirty-Two: Billions of Demons Descend on the Demon Court; Humanity Faces Calamity, and the Witch Clan Must Choose!

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The horns blared across the heavens and earth from the Demon Court, in the Thirty-three Heavens.

An endless tide of demonic energy surged like a tsunami.

Centered on Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi across a territory spanning trillions of li was corrupted and annihilated, leaving behind a terrifying desolation utterly devoid of life.

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

One had the body of a deer and the head of a sparrow, with a pair of wings growing from his back. He was none other than Fei Lian, one of the Ten Great Demon Sages who controlled the Law of Wind.

The other resembled a giant bee, about the size of a mandarin duck, with an eagle's body and a serpent's tail. She was none other than Qin Yuan, one of the Ten Great Demon Sages who wielded the Law of Poison.

"The Human Race doesn't understand Heaven's will. They were meant to be Blood Food for our Demon Clan, created for us by the Sage Empress Nuwa."

"Now, the Human Race dares to defy the Demon Clan and slaughter our people. They deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

"By order of His Majesty, the Demon Emperor, I will lead billions of demon troops to the Shore of the East Sea and punish the Human Race!"

"This battle will end in victory!"

Qin Yuan shouted, her crimson gaze burning with bloodlust as she faced the billions of demon troops and bellowed her command.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

Hearing Qin Yuan's shout, the billions of demon troops roared their agreement.

The next moment, the two Demon Sages, Qin Yuan and Fei Lian, led the way, followed by the billions of demon troops as they descended from the Thirty-three Heavens and headed straight for the Shore of the East Sea.

Demonic energy surged, corrupting everything between heaven and earth. All things perished wherever it passed, leaving not a trace of life.

Meanwhile, deep within the Endless Earth Abyss, inside Pangu Temple.

"Big brother, those beasts from the Demon Clan are on the move!"

"We've waited long enough. Can we finally make our move?"

Unable to hold back, Gonggong, the Water Ancestral Witch, shouted first. His booming voice echoed through Pangu Temple.

"Exactly, big brother!"

"Those two feather-brained birds, Di Jun and Taiyi, aren't in the Demon Court. Only a few Demon Sages have stayed behind."

"Now the Demon Clan's entire army is heading out to invade the Human Race at the Shore of the East Sea. This is a rare opportunity for our Witch Clan, one that comes once in a thousand years!"

"We can strike the Thirty-three Heavens and flatten Lingxiao Treasure Hall!"

Jumang, the Wood Ancestral Witch, chimed in, 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 inscribed on them."

"They contain not only complete cultivation methods, but also peerless combat techniques and supreme divine abilities."

"Our Witch Clan is born with powerful bodies, but without Nascent Souls, we cannot refine spiritual treasures. The Demon Clan has used its spiritual treasures to keep us suppressed."

"But Martial Dao cultivation emphasizes training both inside and out, making it perfectly suited to our Witch Clan's powerful bodies."

"For the past three hundred thousand years, our people have devoted themselves to comprehending the truths of the Martial Dao Stone Tablets, using Martial Dao cultivation to temper their bodies further."

"Combined with Martial Dao Combat Techniques, our Witch Clan is no longer at the disadvantage we once faced when fighting Daluo or even Quasi saint powerhouses from the Demon Clan who wield spiritual treasures."

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

"Big brother, don't hesitate any longer!"

Xuanming, the Rain Ancestral Witch, also spoke up with a firm shout, without the slightest hesitation.

At that, Dijiang, the Space Ancestral Witch, gazed sharply ahead without speaking. It was clear, however, that he was tempted.

"Big brother, our Witch Clan has formed an alliance with the Human Race!"

"If we just stand by and watch the Demon Clan invade them, doing nothing..."

"How can we make our place in the world? How can we still claim to be the descendants of Father God?"

Seeing this, Houtu couldn't help but call out to Dijiang.

"Second brother, have you managed to see anything?"

Just then, sensing an unusual fluctuation, Dijiang turned to Zhujiuyin, the Time Ancestral Witch, and asked in a grave voice.

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

By paying a certain price, he could divine crucial events in the future.

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

Even though he knew this was indeed the best time to strike at the Demon Clan,

Dijiang couldn't make a decision lightly before Zhujiuyin completed his divination.

"Pfft!"

As soon as Dijiang finished speaking, Zhujiuyin suddenly went pale and spat out a mouthful of blood. His powerful vitality plunged, and he was gravely injured.

"Second brother!"

"Second brother!"

The Ancestral Witches grew anxious and hurried to support Zhujiuyin.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches' powerful vitality surged as they shielded him.

After a while, Zhujiuyin's vitality finally stabilized.

"Second brother, weren't you divining our clan's future? How could this happen?"

Dijiang stared at Zhujiuyin in disbelief and asked in a grave voice.

Among the Laws beneath the Law of Force, the Law of Time and the Space Laws were the most powerful.

Ages ago, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin had already reached the late Quasi-saint stage.

In the Demon Clan, only Di Jun and Taiyi, who were at the same level, could stand against them.

They were beings who stood at the very peak of the age, beneath the Sages.

Dijiang couldn't imagine what kind of future could have caused Zhujiuyin to suffer such a backlash.

"Big brother, it was the Human Race!"

"The Human Race must not be underestimated!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhujiuyin spoke with difficulty.

"Hiss!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, their faces filled with disbelief.

"The Human Race is just a postnatal race that's existed for less than a million years. They may not even have a Daluo among them. How could they cause you such a severe backlash, second brother?"

Dijiang pressed him, his gaze sharp.

The other Ancestral Witches also stared at Zhujiuyin in confusion.

"Big brother."

"I tried with all my might to glimpse a corner of fate."

"I looked beyond the Ten Thousand Races, and even beyond our own clan and the Demon Clan, without any trouble."

"But the moment I looked at the Human Race, the River of Destiny surged and struck me with a backlash, leaving me gravely injured."

"At the very end, though, I saw something—something terrifying!"

Zhujiuyin swept his gaze over the Ancestral Witches, speaking in shock.

"Second brother, tell us quickly. What future did you see?"

Dijiang immediately pressed him.

"In the corner of fate I saw, our Witch Clan was nearly wiped out. Only a small number of our people survived, hiding in the Southern Great Mountains and barely clinging to life."

"The Demon Clan was nearly wiped out too, hiding in the Northern Swamps and barely clinging to life."

"The world was entirely occupied by the endless Human Race. Their fortune was so vast that even our two clans combined couldn't hope to match it."

Zhujiuyin explained in a grave voice, his gaze burning.

"That's impossible!"

The Ancestral Witches cried out in shock.

The Witch and Demon Clans were in a league of their own, far above the Ten Thousand Races, as they fought to rule the world.

And now Zhujiuyin was telling them that both clans would fall, while the Ten Thousand Races wouldn't rise either—instead, the Human Race, treated like Blood Food, would become the true rulers of the world?

"Second brother, is the future you saw certain to happen?"

Dijiang stared intently at Zhujiuyin and asked in a grave voice.

"Not necessarily."

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

Zhujiuyin answered earnestly, his expression solemn.

"Since that's the case, the Human Race must have a way to deal with the Demon Clan's army themselves."

"Then our Witch Clan will attack Lingxiao Treasure Hall."

"Even if the Human Race ultimately loses to the Demon Clan..."

"If the Demon Clan discovers that our Witch Clan is attacking Lingxiao Treasure Hall, its army will have no choice but to abandon the Shore of the East Sea and return to defend the Demon Court."

"That way, we'll have fulfilled our duty as their allies."

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

Dijiang gave the order with no hesitation.

The Eleven Ancestral Witches accepted his command and quickly sprang into action.