In the Primeval Demonic Realm, across five battlefields, the flames of war stretched to the heavens, spreading for tens of thousands of miles.
In the northern frontier, the Twelve Witch Queens led two hundred thousand Witch Clan soldiers in attack. Their momentum blotted out the sky and sun, shocking the Heavenly Demon defenders of the north.
Before the Heavenly Demon army, the Fifth Prince, Xuankong, stood suspended in the air, his gaze fixed upon the Twelve Witch Queens ahead, his expression exceptionally grave.
Without doubt, Gou Huang's fall had utterly enraged the Witch Clan. The coming war would truly be a fight to the death.
Beside Xuankong, Gandharva stood quietly, an exotic fragrance drifting about her body—light and elegant, yet enough to intoxicate anyone.
"Make your move."
As the Witch Clan army drew near, Xuankong glanced at the Eight Legions beside him and spoke.
Gandharva nodded. Her figure flashed, and she swept into the sky.
At that instant, flowers filled the sky and drifted down. Pink blossoms spread with the wind—ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles. It was a startling sight, never seen before.
Gandharva made her move. The fragrance of flowers blanketed the entire battlefield. At the forefront of the Witch Clan army, soldier after soldier inhaled the scent and immediately felt their true essence stagnate. Their bodies dropped straight from the sky.
"The flower fragrance is poisonous."
Among the Twelve Witch Queens, the Dark Moon Witch Queen sensed that something was wrong. Her slender hand wielded the power of the dark moon, and dim moonlight immediately spread out, blocking the fragrance from permeating the army.
"Hongxue!"
With the flower fragrance temporarily halted, the Dark Moon Witch Queen turned her gaze to the red-clad Witch Queen beside her and shouted gravely.
Witch Queen Hongxue nodded. The red