Witch-Demon Melee, Calamity Qi

The Twelve Ancestral Witches each departed in different directions.

But before long, they all returned one after another.

Because from the other ten directions, countless members of the Demon Race came surging in.

What this meant for the Witch Clan was obvious without saying.

Di Jiang, furious, could no longer spare a glance at Eastern Emperor Taiyi beside him. Instead, he roared at Di Jun.

"Di Jun, you deserve death! Today, I will use your blood to honor my Witch Clan warriors!"

With that, he immediately charged at Di Jun.

The moment Di Jun saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches emerge from seclusion, he knew things had taken a bad turn.

Their Demon Race now only had four Quasi-Sages, and while the Twelve Ancestral Witches had just broken through to Quasi-Sage, their numbers absolutely crushed them.

On top of that, the Witch Clan cultivated their physical bodies, granting them extraordinary combat power. The Demon Race would gain nothing good from clashing with the Witch Clan.

So Di Jun immediately ordered, "Everyone, retreat!"

The Witch Clan's effective fighting force had already been slaughtered to a fraction by the Demon Race. Even if the Twelve Ancestral Witches' emergence made up for the Witch Clan's lack of high-level combat power, the loss of their low-level combatants would still take countless tens of thousands of years to recover.

The Demon Race had already profited. Now was the time to quit while ahead and pull out promptly.

But Di Jiang wasn't about to let them escape so easily.

"Want to leave? Fine—leave your lives behind!"

Di Jiang reacted swiftly, directly sealing off an entire stretch of space with his immense power!

Then, with a wave of his hand, he pulled the space where Di Jun stood right in front of him and threw a punch!

Di Jun was no pushover either. He tossed the Hetu Luoshu, two spiritual treasures, into the air, and they scattered ten thousand rays of light, forming a light curtain to shield him.

But Di Jiang was in a rage at this moment and couldn't care less. His attacks could almost be described as frenzied.

Beyond Di Jiang and Di Jun, the rest of the Witch and Demon Clans had also joined the battle.

Fuxi faced off against Zhu Jiuyin, while Nüwa took on Hou Tu.

And Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the strongest combatant among the Demon Race, went up against three Ancestral Witches: Zhu Rong, Gonggong, and Xuan Ming.

Di Jiang and Di Jun were locked in a near stalemate, both unleashing every trick they had, fighting until the sky darkened and space shattered.

As for Fuxi, he was completely outmatched by Zhu Jiuyin.

Don't let Zhu Jiuyin's reputation as the Witch Clan's wise man fool you—in truth, his combat prowess was second only to Di Jiang among the Witches.

And while Fuxi was no slouch in strength, how could he compare to an Ancestral Witch's indestructible physical body or Zhu Jiuyin's masterful Time Law?

Though he hadn't yet been defeated, it was clear he could only be suppressed by Zhu Jiuyin.

On the other side, Nüwa's situation was much better.

Her strength surpassed her elder brother's, and Hou Tu's power was slightly inferior to Zhu Jiuyin's.

But there was no denying that these two goddesses were arguably the strongest among all the goddesses in the Primordial Wilderness!

Hou Tu possessed the Law of Earth. As long as she stood on the ground, she could endlessly draw power from the earth.

Meanwhile, Nüwa had broken through to Quasi-Sage long ago and wasn't far from the mid-Quasi-Sage stage.

The two of them were locked in a deadlock in the short term.

As for Eastern Emperor Taiyi, dealing with the three Ancestral Witches, his situation was neither good nor bad.

He was already extraordinarily powerful, and with the Eastern Emperor Bell, handling three Ancestral Witches wasn't too difficult.

But unfortunately, Zhu Rong, Gonggong, and Xuan Ming were all troublesome opponents.

Zhu Rong's Divine Fire and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's Solar Divine Fire were both among the top ten divine fires in the Primordial Wilderness.

Which was stronger had always been a matter of debate.

Although Zhu Rong's Divine Fire fell slightly short of the Solar Divine Fire due to his inferior strength compared to Eastern Emperor Taiyi, it was only a minor gap.

And Gonggong and Xuan Ming wielded the Law of Water and the Law of Rain respectively!

Both of them happened to counter his Solar Divine Fire.

This left Eastern Emperor Taiyi feeling utterly stifled.

The remaining six Ancestral Witches charged at the Demon Race's army. Their Witch Clan had been slaughtered to a fraction, while the Demon Race's army still had plenty left.

The Ancestral Witches naturally vented their resentment on them.

Several Demon Gods among the Demon Race weren't about to sit idly by either. Though they weren't Quasi-Sages, working together, they could barely hold off one Ancestral Witch.

But this didn't change the fact that the Demon Race's army was being massacred by the Ancestral Witches.

On Kunlun Mountain, Laozi, while in seclusion stabilizing his cultivation, gazed in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

"The Calamity Qi in the Primordial Wilderness is growing thicker and thicker."

Tongtian asked in confusion, "Is a new calamity coming so soon?"

The last calamity was the Dragon Han Calamity. On the surface, it was the struggle for supremacy among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, but behind the scenes, it was actually Hongjun and Rahula vying for the position of the Heavenly Dao's spokesperson.

At the end of the Dragon Han Calamity, not only were the Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin Clans, the main players, crippled, but even Rahula, who had once dominated the Primordial Wilderness, was forced to self-destruct the spiritual veins of the entire Western Lands, leaving the West unrecovered to this day.

Yet it had only been a few hundred thousand years since the Dragon Han Calamity—less than a million years.

And now another calamity was about to rise?

Yuanshi sneered from the side: "These Witch and Demon Clans know nothing of Heavenly fate. Trapped in the calamity and still unaware, they are unworthy of being its protagonists."

Laozi shook his head: "The protagonists of a calamity are inherently influenced by calamitous energy. Their cultivation advances swiftly, but precisely because of this, they find it difficult to realize they are already caught in the calamity."

Having said this, Laozi sighed again: "I wonder what kind of devastation this calamity will bring."

Yuanshi said: "What does that have to do with us? In my view, these Witch and Demon Clans should have declined long ago."

Laozi did not respond. Tongtian furrowed his brow.

Seeing this, Yuanshi simply returned to comprehending the Great Dao, attempting to sever the Second Corpse.

Tongtian asked Laozi: "Elder Brother, Second Brother's words may be harsh, but they are true. This Witch-Demon Calamity has little to do with us. Moreover, with your cultivation now nearly unmatched in the Primordial Wilderness, as long as we don't actively provoke trouble, no one dares to come after us."

Tongtian assumed Laozi was troubled by the Witch-Demon Calamity.

But Laozi said: "That is not what worries me."

"Then what?" Tongtian grew even more puzzled.

Laozi: "I have a feeling that in this calamity, we brothers will encounter a great opportunity."

Hearing this, Yuanshi, who had been meditating with closed eyes, opened them and said: "Then what is Elder Brother worried about? Isn't this good news?"

Laozi looked toward the direction of the Blood Sea.

Yuanshi understood: "Elder Brother is worried about that one in the Blood Sea? In my view, although his strength is currently greater, it is not by much. If we brothers join forces, he may not be a match."

Laozi's face remained full of worry.

What he feared was not just Styx.

Styx's strength was only temporary; Laozi was confident that one day he would surpass him.

But if Styx truly had a Saint backing him, as he had suspected earlier, then what was he to do?

Laozi's thinking was somewhat similar to that of the Witch Clan.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches considered themselves born from Pangu's essence blood, regarding themselves as the true lineage of Pangu and viewing the Primordial Wilderness as their private domain.

Laozi's thoughts were much the same.

The Three Pure Ones were formed from the three parts of Pangu's Primordial Spirit. If one truly counted, they too could bear the title of Pangu's true lineage.

This Primordial Wilderness rightfully belonged to them brothers.

Having one Heavenly Dao and Saints above them was already enough; there was no need for another Styx.

Just as Laozi's mind wandered, a brief message entered his consciousness.

Laozi was greatly startled and turned to look at his two brothers.

He saw the same shock on their faces.