"I think that even the Chaos Bell can't match the treasure in his hands!"
"He has such an unparalleled treasure in his possession!"
"I'm afraid that even if the two of us lead the entire Demon Army against him in the future, we might still fail to kill him!"
Di Jun's expression darkened. Unwilling to accept this, he said, "Our Demon Race suffered far too many casualties in this battle!"
"And Xiao Ran has escaped certain death, with his strength suddenly surging!"
"Our best course now is to watch and wait. We mustn't act rashly!"
Donghuang Taiyi's expression was grave. "All right! I'll do as you say, big brother!"
Pangu Temple.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood tall in the Void, each radiating a powerful aura.
Just moments ago, the divine axe had appeared, and millions of Demon Army soldiers had perished.
They had actually sensed the aura of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe!
The Heaven-Opening Divine Axe was the most incredible treasure their father, Pangu, had ever wielded!
It was also a sacred relic in the eyes of the Witch Race!
But after searching the Primordial World for its aura,
they found that the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe's presence had vanished without a trace.
When they turned their attention to the Xiao Ran Tribe,
their eyes all turned bloodshot, and fury showed on their faces!
Something terrible had happened!
Millions of Witches had fought against the Demon Race's vast army for days.
By the end of the slaughter, only hundreds of thousands of their people remained on the battlefield!
Blood mist shrouded the entire battlefield, and killing intent ran rampant.
They couldn't sense the life force of Xiao Ran, Kuafu, or Hou Yi!
"Brothers and sisters!"
"Whether Xiao Ran and the others are alive or dead, I, Houtu, will go look for them!"
With that, Houtu darted away, transforming into a streak of rosy light as she headed toward the battlefield.
Xiao Ran Tribe.
As soon as Houtu appeared, she sensed an aura that was deeply familiar.
Following it, she looked up.
She saw Xiao Ran, covered in blood and riddled with wounds, falling from the Void like a withered autumn leaf.
His large hand still gripped an ancient, mysterious axe tightly.
Houtu's face turned deathly pale. She raised her delicate hand and caught Xiao Ran.
After sensing him carefully,
she realized that Xiao Ran's life force was rapidly fading!
If she delayed even a moment longer,
Xiao Ran would be in danger of dying!
Houtu had no time to think. She pried open Xiao Ran's mouth
and frantically poured the Ancestor Witch's vital essence into him.
Time passed, second by second.
Houtu's cultivation and magical power, accumulated over tens of millions of years, had long since been exhausted.
At that moment, she had only one thought!
She would save Xiao Ran, no matter the cost!
No one knew how long it took.
At last, a faint flush returned to Xiao Ran's face.
He woke up.
Joy spread across Houtu's face, and only then did she stop channeling the Ancestor Witch's vital essence into Xiao Ran.
Xiao Ran cried out, "Lord Houtu! Hurry and save Kuafu and Hou Yi!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ran's vision went black. His consciousness sank, and he fell into a dazed, unconscious sleep once more..
Time flew by, and the years passed like a shuttle.
The devastating battle between the Xiao Ran Tribe and the Demon Race's vast army seemed to have become a thing of the past.
One day, in a hall within Pangu Temple,
a handsome young man with a commanding presence sat cross-legged on the floor.
His sharply chiseled, heroic face was marked by an expression of deep solemnity that would not fade.
He gazed silently toward the site of the battle, his eyes cold.
Outside the hall, Houtu had been pacing back and forth for days.
Her brow furrowed with worry as she looked toward the hall.
"Thud, thud!"
Several hurried, rapid footsteps suddenly sounded.
Di Jiang and the other Ancestor Witches arrived beside Houtu, their expressions grave.
Today, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered together—a rare occurrence.
But it wasn't because anything major had happened among the Witch Race.
They had come for one reason alone: Xiao Ran!
The battle between the Xiao Ran Tribe and the Demon Race's vast army.
Although the Witch Race had won in the end, Demon Saint Jiu Ying and the entire Demon Army had been slaughtered without a single survivor!
Still, the battle had been more ferocious than any in recorded history!
Though its devastation had been slightly less than the earth-shaking battle among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans during the Dragon-Han Calamity,
it was still the largest and bloodiest battle the Primordial World had seen in several hundred eras!
Xiao Ran, Kuafu, and Hou Yi had all survived!
But tens of millions of Witch Race beings had been nearly wiped out.
Only hundreds of thousands had survived by sheer luck.
A hundred years ago, Houtu had rescued Xiao Ran from the battlefield while he was unconscious and brought him back to Pangu Temple.
Xiao Ran had woken up several days ago.
But he refused to leave the hall and meet with the Ancestor Witches.
Even after Houtu came to see him several times, Xiao Ran still kept the doors shut.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were a bunch of rough, thoughtless men.
Even so, they understood that Xiao Ran was hurting, and that his hatred had not faded!
Millions of newborns from the Witch Race, millions of people from the Xiao Ran Tribe, and tens of millions of soldiers from the Hou Yi and Kuafu Tribes—
all had nearly been wiped out in that cataclysmic battle!
They could put themselves in his shoes!
If the people of one of their Ancestor Witch tribes had fought the Demon Race and every last one had fallen,
they would probably be in an even worse state than Xiao Ran!
After this battle, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' opinion of Xiao Ran had risen to an unprecedented height!
Even when he had been cornered, with death seemingly inevitable,
Xiao Ran had still turned the entire battle around through his own strength, with a boldness and power that defied the heavens!
He had shown no fear and no cowardice!
All he had shown was the Witch Race's most fervent and defiant fighting spirit!
If Xiao Ran hadn't turned the tide...
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