As the Twelve Divine Fiends Great Array was unleashed;
In an instant, the entire Hunyuan Heluo Great Array shook violently.
A savage aura spread, Turbid Qi churned, and the bodies of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards gradually blurred and merged, ultimately turning into a terrifying torrent.
"We can't hold it anymore!"
Urgency flashed across Fuxi's face. Cold sweat slid down his brow as he flipped his hand and withdrew the Hetu and Luoshu.
Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Fuxi reappeared above the East Sea.
But on the other side, the figures of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards had already vanished, replaced by a giant stretching across Heaven and Earth.
The Pangu True Body radiated terrifying pressure;
Clad in Hundun streaming light, its head rose above the Clouds. With every breath, wind and thunder rumbled while waves surged backward.
Di Jun's pupils contracted sharply, utterly shocked. "Pangu—!"
The Pangu True Body looked disdainfully at the three ants in midair.
"The Demon Race is finished!"
Inside Great Void Palace
The terrifying fluctuations coming from the East Sea made the entire palace tremble faintly.
"Is this the Wu Clan's trump card?"
Nüwa abruptly rose to her feet, her face filled with anxiety.
"The Demon Race can't withstand this... I have to help older brother!"
Nüwa's concern had clouded her judgment. Or rather, even though Bei Ming had previously mentioned that Disaster Qi would have a minor surge and that this battle was not the final showdown;
How could she, as his younger sister, possibly remain completely at ease when her own brother's safety was at stake?
"Wait." Bei Ming raised a hand to stop her and sighed softly.
"I'll go with you. After all, Fuxi is one of the few fellow Daoists I have."
That was merely an excuse. Bei Ming knew perfectly well that