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

"As a warning, let the Witch Clan know the consequences of provoking our Demon Clan!"

Di Jun thought for a moment, then spoke: "Second Brother, hold on!"

"This Xiao Ran is far too inscrutable and unpredictable!"

"Our Demon Clan has already suffered repeated setbacks at his hands!"

"Let Big Brother first perform a divination!"

With that, Di Jun summoned the River Diagram and Luo Shu.

This River Diagram and Luo Shu was a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, capable of divining the innate numbers of fate.

It was precisely by relying on the River Diagram and Luo Shu that Di Jun strategized and planned for the Demon Clan.

Only thus could the Demon Clan stand tall in the Primordial World with overwhelming might.

In the Void, countless profound and unfathomable Dao Patterns suddenly appeared.

A dazzling, eerily strange yin-yang fish pattern swiftly spun and danced in the Void.

After a moment, Di Jun put away the River Diagram and Luo Shu. He sighed a few times, and the gloom on his face grew even heavier.

Donghuang Taiyi couldn't help but ask: "Big Brother, what is it?"

Di Jun smiled bitterly: "I have already divined. Houtu has been lying low on the battlefield all along!"

"If we go to the battlefield to kill Xiao Ran..."

"Houtu will surely make a move!"

"It seems our plan to kill Xiao Ran this time has fallen through!"

Donghuang Taiyi's face flushed red as he said resentfully: "Damn it!"

"It looks like that bastard Xiao Ran has slipped away again this time!"

"We absolutely cannot make a move this time!"

"Otherwise, Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches will all show up!"

"If that happens, I fear the losses our Demon Clan suffers will be even more severe!"

Di Jun nodded expressionlessly, silent with indignation.

Now, the two clans—Witch and Demon—had been vying for supremacy for countless eons.

The Demon Clan held the advantage in the heavens, while the Witch Clan held the advantage on the ground.

The Demon Clan's foundation in the Primordial World's earth was simply insufficient!

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches kept shielding Xiao Ran...

There would be no chance to kill him!

Di Jun said gravely: "Second Brother, how about we take the full strength of our clan and go develop on the Primordial Earth?"

"Only by rooting our Demon Clan in the Primordial Earth can we better expand our influence!"

"In future struggles with the Witch Clan, we can seize the upper hand!"

"And sooner fulfill our ambition of unifying the Primordial World under the Demon Clan!"

Donghuang Taiyi nodded and said in a low voice: "Good!"

"Let Big Brother make the decision on this matter!"

Di Jun's commanding gaze swept over the Demon Saints as he asked: "Does anyone have objections to this matter?"

"The Demon Emperor is wise! We have no objections!"

The many Demon Saints spoke with fawning smiles.

On the battlefield.

Ever since the Nine-Headed Demon Saint had been killed.

The hundreds of millions of Demon Army soldiers had long since lost their nerve and their will to fight.

Under the leadership of the three great powers of the Witch Clan—Xiao Ran, Kuafu, and Hou Yi—

The tens of millions of Witch Army soldiers fought as if divinely aided, sweeping through and reaping the lives of the remaining Demon Clan forces.

Countless Demon Clan lives rapidly withered and fell.

For billions of miles around the battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like seas!

The sky was thick with bloodlust and death qi.

In just a few days, all the remaining Demon Clan forces had been completely wiped out!

The Witch Clan had undoubtedly won a great victory this time!

As for cleaning up and organizing the battlefield...

Naturally, millions of Witch Soldiers went forth.

Such a trivial matter was not worth the effort of great Witch Race powerhouses like Xiao Ran, Kuafu, and Hou Yi.

Inside the True Howling Ancestor's cave dwelling.

Xiao Ran, Kuafu, and Hou Yi were drinking heavily and feasting on meat.

They laughed heartily, celebrating the Witch Race's great victory!

Kuafu filled Xiao Ran's cup and said with a smile, "Brother Xiao Ran, with your extraordinary talent and peerless strength, why not take command of an army again?"

Hou Yi said in a booming voice, "Exactly! If you led a Tribe—"

"You would surely become the most fearsome existence to the Demon Race!"

Xiao Ran raised a cup and drained it in one gulp, shaking his head. "I don't want to experience that pain again!"

"Watching my own Clansmen die one by one before my eyes!"

"That feeling of helplessness is too agonizing!"

Kuafu sighed. "What a pity!"

"For a prodigy like Brother Xiao Ran not to lead troops against the Demon Race—"

"That is a great loss for our Witch Race!"

Xiao Ran raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, brothers!"

"When I have enough strength in the future, I won't need you to urge me!"

"I will personally go to the Ancestor Witches and request to take command of the entire Witch Race, governing billions upon billions of our people!"

Kuafu laughed heartily. "Good! You truly have great ambition!"

"We were not wrong about you!"

Hou Yi said excitedly, "Excellent! Then I, Hou Yi, will await that day!"

"When that time comes, we can fight side by side again and slaughter all the Billions of Demon Vermin!"

The three were in high spirits, drinking fine wine and chatting freely.

Before they knew it, over ten days had passed.

They had drunk hundreds of jars of wine!

A few days later, Xiao Ran bid farewell to Hou Yi and Kuafu.

He returned to the Pangu Temple.

In the great hall, Xiao Ran sat cross-legged, his eyes half-closed.

He closed his eyes, then opened them, and in his mind was nothing but the scene of Houtu risking herself to save him from danger that day.

To rescue him, Houtu had not hesitated to pry open his mouth and feed him her precious Ancestor Witch essence.

In a daze, Xiao Ran felt he had tasted her lips, his whole body carrying the lingering faint fragrance of Houtu.

Xiao Ran let out a few bitter laughs, then shook his head forcefully.

Forcing himself not to dwell on it!

Ancestor Witch Houtu had only done it to save him!

How could she possibly like him?

Enough!

Better to focus on serious matters!

Now the Witch Race had a new batch of newborns.

As the Great Priest of the Witch Race, he, Xiao Ran, still needed to think carefully about how to teach them to quickly cultivate the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Strength technique!