Primordial World: Starting with a Single Yuan to Instantly Kill Pangu's Talent

The entire Demon Army had another tens of millions of their kind burned to death by the Blazing Mysterious Fire!

The hundreds of millions of Demon Race were already in complete chaos!

At this moment, their hearts held only boundless terror!

Even though their numbers far surpassed the Witch Army.

They were still frozen with fear!

In an instant, countless Demon soldiers scattered like a tide fleeing in all directions.

Xiao Ran stood in Skyward Stand, his gaze icy cold, his tone domineering and absolute: "All my clansmen, hear my command!"

"Whether these Demon beasts fight or flee!"

"Ask no questions, slaughter them all!"

"Today, we will use the blood of hundreds of millions of Demon Race to avenge our fallen clansmen!"

The entire Witch Race erupted!

"Slay All Demon Beasts, avenge our people!"

The tens of millions strong Witch Army roared hoarsely as they charged into the Demon Army with murderous intent.

Under the fierce assault of the tens of millions of Witch soldiers!

The hundreds of millions of Demon Race dwindled visibly at a rapid pace!

In just a few hours.

The hundreds of millions of Demon Army were nearly annihilated by the Witch Army!

Sun Star, Sun Temple.

Di Jun's face was as cold as ice.

Donghuang Taiyi clenched his fists, burning with rage.

The outcome of this Witch-Demon war far exceeded their expectations!

They had thought the Demon Race would surely win this time!

That they could easily slaughter tens of millions of Witch Race Beings.

And reclaim the territory that rightfully belonged to the Demon Race.

But what shocked them deeply was.

Not only did the Demon Army gain nothing from this expedition!

The hundreds of millions of Demon soldiers were almost completely wiped out by the tens of millions of Witch Army!

This battle severely crushed the pride of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

And made them worry about the future of the Demon Race.

Donghuang Taiyi's furious eyes swept across the battlefield.

And to his surprise, he spotted Xiao Ran on the field as well.

He fumed: "Damn it!"

"Didn't this Xiao Ran say he would never lead any Witch Tribe again!"

"Why is he on the battlefield today!"

Di Jun's face darkened even further.

Back then, to kill Xiao Ran and destroy his Tribe.

The Demon Race had used their deepest reserves.

Tens of millions of elite Demon soldiers had perished in that great war!

Leaving the Demon Race's strength still unrecovered to this day!

Now Xiao Ran had gone back on his word and appeared on the battlefield of the Witch-Demon war.

This was a massive threat and hidden danger to the Demon Race!

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were speechless with rage.

Their minds were filled with nothing but plans to kill Xiao Ran!

On the battlefield.

Looking at the Demon Army, now nearly wiped out with only a few left.

Xiao Ran revealed a contemptuous smile!

How much had Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi underestimated him, Xiao Ran!

Wanting to occupy his tribe—yet sending only a few billion Demon Race ants!

With that many demons, they were just feeding Xiao Ran kills!

Utterly useless.

And they still dreamed of conquering Xiao Ran's tribe.

The sheer absurdity of it!

Xiao Ran flipped his palm, and a vast, overwhelming force swept forth.

Sand and stones flew, mountains trembled.

An endless, violent pull latched onto a fleeing Demon God.

In that Demon God's horrified eyes, Xiao Ran effortlessly seized him like a chick in his grasp.

"I'll spare your dog's life!"

"Go back and tell those two beasts, Di Jun and Taiyi!"

"One day, I, Xiao Ran, will ascend the Sun Star and crush the Sun Temple!"

"I'll take their heads and make piss pots out of them!"

With that, Xiao Ran delivered a fierce, domineering kick, Sending that Demon God flying straight out of the Primordial World...

"Demon Emperor, Demon Emperor! The army we sent this time was nearly wiped out!"

"I was doomed to die too, but Xiao Ran spared my life to deliver a message!"

On the Sun Temple, a bloodied, pitiful Demon God sobbed to Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

"Speak! What message did Xiao Ran have you bring?"

Di Jun's imposing gaze swept over the Demon God, his tone sinister.

The Demon God trembled, steeling himself: "Xiao Ran said that one day he will bathe the Sun Temple in blood and take the Demon Emperor's and Demon Emperor's heads to make... make piss pots..."

At these words, Donghuang Taiyi's eyes blazed with fury. "This Xiao Ran goes too far!"

"Not only did he slaughter billions of our Demon Race elites, but he's this arrogant and domineering!"

"He has no regard for the Demon Race at all!"

The great hall erupted in chaos.

Numerous Demon Saints, faces twisted with rage, began cursing Xiao Ran loudly.

"This Xiao Ran is far too insolent!"

"Xiao Ran speaks rudely and insults the Demon Emperor and Demon Emperor—his crime deserves death!"

"This time, we must kill Xiao Ran and make him understand the consequences of blaspheming the Demon Race!"

Many Demon Saints spoke out one after another.

Di Jun's veins bulged on his forehead, and he thundered, "What a big mouth!"

"Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches wouldn't dare be so arrogant!"

"This brat cannot be spared!"

"Otherwise, the Demon Race will become a laughingstock for all creation!"

Donghuang Taiyi seethed with murderous intent. "Xiao Ran is unruly and reckless, willfully defiling the Demon Race!"

"This is a capital crime of great disrespect!"

"I will go now and slay him!"