Di Jiang took a step and shattered the void, his figure descending fiercely amid the overwhelming fierce qi.
Space cracked apart beneath his feet.
His gaze swept over the Human Race below, then over Xuandu standing alone in his green robes atop the altar, before finally fixing on Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, whose faces had turned ashen in midair.
"Di Jun! Tai Yi!"
Di Jiang's voice thundered, rolling waves of sound making the Demon Clouds churn overhead. His words carried undisguised mockery.
"You Demons bully the weak Human Race here, and you certainly put on quite a show of power!"
"Have you forgotten that this Great Wilderness Land is ruled by my Witch Clan?"
"Boom!"
Before his words had even faded, eleven equally terrifying auras erupted behind him, joining with Di Jiang as one!
Flames blazed skyward around Zhu Rong, Black Water surged beneath Gong Gong's feet, lightning raged around Qiang Liang, and wind blades shrieked around Tian Wu...
The Twelve Ancestral Witches' fierce qi shot into the sky and merged into a solid blood-red canopy, facing off against the Demon Court's Solar True Fire and the Demon Clouds of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array!
Across the entire East Sea Coast, one half blazed with golden flames while the other seethed with blood qi!
Space twisted, and the laws wailed!
The Witch Clan's sudden intervention instantly added endless variables to an already hopelessly complicated situation!
Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's faces turned as dark as could be, their expressions so gloomy they seemed ready to drip water.
First, Xuandu had revealed his identity as a Sage's Personal Disciple and used the Interception Sect's authority to threaten them, leaving them caught between a rock and a hard place.
Now the Twelve Ancestral Witches had arrived in force, their sharp words aimed straight at the Demon Court's weakest point!
If they showed weakness and retreated before the Witch Clan today, what would the Great Wilderness Myriad Races think of the Demon Court?
They would only laugh at the Demons for being inferior to the Witches and fleeing in disarray before them!
What would become of the Demon Court's authority then?
How could he, Di Jun, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi still have the face to lead Myriad Demons and vie for the title of Great Wilderness Overlord?
But if they didn't retreat... did that mean they were truly going to wage an all-out war against the Witch Clan here?
And at the same time offend Sect Leader Tongtian, who wielded the Qingping Sword and could set up an Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation that only Four Sages could break?
Di Jun felt a surge of pent-up frustration shoot straight to his head. His fists clenched tightly inside his sleeves.
Solar True Fire flared uncontrollably around Eastern Emperor Taiyi, scorching the void with a sizzling hiss, while the Chaos Bell gave a low hum.
There would be no ending this peacefully today!
At that moment, when tensions were high and the air had gone still,
one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, a figure dressed in a goose-yellow palace dress, turned her gaze toward the figure in green atop the altar.
It was Houtu.
A clear note of surprise flashed through her beautiful eyes.
Hunyuan aura?
So pure, so transcendent, so at odds with the Heavenly Dao, yet forming a law of its own...
Had this person not followed the path of becoming a Quasi-Saint by severing their corpse, but instead walked the Hunyuan Dao—a path long forgotten by the beings of the Great Wilderness and impossibly difficult to tread?
And... judging by his bone age, he was clearly very young!
When had such an extraordinary talent appeared among the Human Race?
What stirred her thoughts even more was that she faintly sensed an extremely subtle karmic connection to him.
Could it be... related to one of the Witch Generals under her command?
Houtu's gaze shifted as her thoughts raced, but she didn't speak. She simply watched in silence.
Atop the altar,
Xuandu, faced with this sudden upheaval, was also on guard.
With the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered and their fierce qi united, their might far surpassed that of Ci Tie alone.
He could even feel the surrounding laws of Heaven and Earth growing chaotic under the impact of the Witch Clan's immense Blood Qi and fierce qi.
This was the might of the Ancestral Witches, formed from Pangu's Blood Essence and entrusted with the laws of Heaven and Earth!
His gaze swept over the twelve figures whose fierce qi soared into the sky, then briefly met Houtu's inquisitive eyes.
Xuandu understood.
Without changing his expression, he silently circulated the Shangqing Gongfa within his body, quietly dispelling the Ancestral Witches' fierce qi as it rushed toward him.
He remained neither servile nor overbearing.
"Di Jiang!"
Di Jun finally forced down the turmoil in his heart and, with the authority of the Demon Emperor, met Di Jiang's mocking gaze.
"The Witch Clan's reach is getting far too long!"
"This Human, Xuandu, has offended the might of my Demon Court and slaughtered my Demons. I'm acting here—why should I explain myself to the Witch Clan?"
He didn't mention the Secret of Blood at all, instead branding Xuandu's killing of Ghost Chariot as an offense against the Demon Court's authority.
"Offended your authority? Slaughtered your Demons?"
Di Jiang seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He threw back his head and roared with laughter, his voice shaking the land in every direction.
"Hahaha! What an utter farce!"
He abruptly stopped laughing, his voice turning cold.
"You Demons prey on the weak Human Race—is that what you call the might of Heaven?"
"Though my Witch Clan and yours are sworn enemies, we would never stoop to something so despicable!"
"This Great Wilderness Land was created by Father God Pangu. Since when did it become a place where your Demon Court could throw its weight around?"
Every word struck deep, condemning the Demons for bullying the weak.
The eleven Ancestral Witches behind him also surged with fierce qi, glaring at Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi as if they would launch into battle at the slightest provocation.
"You...!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi flew into a rage. The Chaos Bell rang out, its resounding waves sweeping across the area and forcibly cutting Di Jiang off.
"Di Jiang! Don't think you can win with empty words!"
"Xuandu of the Human Race killed Ghost Chariot, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints. That is an undeniable fact!"
"Today, either your Witch Clan leaves at once and lets my Demon Court handle its own affairs!"
"Or... we settle this with a fight and see whether your Ancestral Witch True Bodies are stronger, or my Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array!"
The Chaos Bell's power surged forth. Wherever its waves passed, space solidified, and even the united fierce qi of the Ancestral Witches was pushed back.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi was fierce and domineering by nature. After Di Jiang's repeated taunts and Xuandu's identity had kept him in check, the anger he had been suppressing finally erupted.
He no longer held back and directly issued a challenge!
The tension instantly tightened to its breaking point!
A great battle was about to erupt!
Di Jun's gaze flickered, but he didn't stop Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
At this point, retreat was no longer an option.
If he could provoke a clash between the Witch Clan and Xuandu—or even the Interception Sect behind him—perhaps he could throw the situation into chaos and win the Demon Court a sliver of opportunity!
He secretly sent a message with his Spiritual Sense, ordering the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array to begin turning. Countless strands of Star Power descended from the void, bolstering the Myriad Demon army.
The Demon Clouds churned once more, starlight glimmered among them, and killing intent lurked beneath the surface.
At this critical moment,
"Heh."
A soft snort of laughter rang out unexpectedly.
It wasn't loud, but every mighty figure present heard it clearly.
On the altar, Xuandu slowly raised his head.
His calm gaze swept over the Witch-Demon Two Clans, poised for battle,
before finally coming to rest on Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
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