The Witch Clan's Trump Card? Their Entire Host Marches Out
The Witch Clan, the Pangu Temple.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches also received the message from below.
"What? The Three Pure Ones have gone to the demon realm with Nuwa?" Upon hearing this news, Zhurong immediately roared angrily, her brows furrowed, and she nearly overturned her throne.
"Those three shameless old bastards! We didn't even bother to find them, but they delivered themselves right to our doorstep. They dared to join the demon race and oppose us! They're practically courting death!"
Zhurong's voice shook the hall, and scorching hot air waves rolled in, fiery red, which was extremely terrifying.
"Hehe, it's unlikely that the Three Pure Ones will join the demon race, but it's very likely that they will oppose us!"
Zhu Jiuyin said coldly, his eyes brimming with murderous intent, which was extremely terrifying.
"It's alright. Since the Three Pure Ones are courting death, let's grant them their wish. We'll have to take action sooner or later anyway, and now that they've delivered themselves to our doorstep, we don't have to bother looking for them!"
Dijiang spoke in a deep voice, which was considered a decision on the matter.
The Ancestral Witch were filled with righteous indignation. In fact, they had been busy dealing with the demon race all these years, and the Three Pure Ones had actually forgotten about them and had not taken them to heart.
Unexpectedly, the Three Pure Ones took the initiative to step forward and even colluded with the demon race, which clearly showed their intention to conspire with the demon race to deal with their Witch Clan.
"Attack! All forces mobilized, without holding back!" Xuanming said coldly, his brows furrowed.
Upon hearing this, all the Ancestral Witch expressed their agreement. They were naturally warlike, and at this moment, there was no reason for them to back down.
"Marching into battle!"
Dijiang stood up and issued a command, which consisted of only two simple words, yet contained boundless murderous intent.
"Boom!"
On this day, the once peaceful Mount Buzhou area was engulfed in billowing smoke.
Amidst the surging Chaos, a towering Divine Hall, reaching deep into the vast sky, stood there, enduring through the ages, eternally existing.
The Pangu Temple radiated boundless divine light, as if it were in the midst of Chaos, proclaiming to heaven and earth, and declaring the Witch Clan's fighting spirit and discontent.
The creatures of the eastern part of the Primordial World looked up and were immediately shocked. The Mount Buzhou area was vast and magnificent, with immense pressure.
The Great Witch of the Witch Clan led countless tribesmen to the battlefield, and even some Ancestral Witch were mobilized.
The earth-shattering sound of drums and horns rang out, signaling the imminent outbreak of a great battle. Warriors from one Witch Tribe after another rushed outwards, heading towards the border between the Witch Clan and the demon tribe.
"The real great battle is about to begin. The Witch Clan seems to be mobilizing all its forces. After countless years of fighting, is the battle finally about to be decided?"
A powerful being whispered, standing on an ancient immortal mountain, gazing at the vast earth. Bloodlust permeated the heavens, creating a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.
"Woo woo..." Accompanied by the desolate horn, on the earth, one could vaguely see countless shamans, tens of thousands of feet tall, moving through the blood and mist, heading towards the end of the earth, stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Things are about to get turbulent again. I have a feeling this battle will surpass all previous ones; it will be earth-shattering."
Some creatures along the way sighed, as if they had already foreseen a glimpse of the future: the Witch Clan and the demon clan had been fighting for endless years.
Looking to the past to understand the present, and considering the conflicts between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, one can imagine that a decisive battle to determine the victor is ultimately inevitable.
The Sun Star.
Ling Xiao also noticed the commotion of the Witch Clan. It wasn't that he had keen senses, but rather that the Witch Clan's momentum was too overwhelming, shaking the heavens and the universe.
This is an all-out effort!
"The outcome of this battle against the Wu and Demon is probably hard to predict."
Ling Xiao thought to himself, he had previously thought there was no suspense, but now that the Three Pure Ones were on the side of the demon race, the suspense had been created.
The Three Pure Ones may not mean much to him, but they are a different story to the Witch Clan. These three Quasi-Sage who have severed two corpses possess Innate Supreme Treasure. If nothing unexpected happens, the three of them can contend with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Of course, this assumes that the Ancestral Witch has no trump cards.
"The Witch Clan's aggressive demeanor doesn't seem like they have no trump cards..." Ling Xiao laughed. As someone who had been through it all, he naturally knew what the Twelve Ancestral Witches' greatest strength lay in.
Judging by the time, the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation might have already been deployed by now.
If his guess is true, then the Three Pure Ones are in for a bad time!
The vast and mighty Witch Clan advanced towards the territory of the demon race. At the same time, the demon race also mobilized a large army, which dominated all directions, both in the sky and on the ground.
"Kill..." The Ancestral Witch roared, spewing out a thunderbolt hundreds of millions of feet long, tearing through the void like a beam of light that opened the heavens and earth, invincible, instantly shattering swathes of the demon race.
This kind of killing is terrible and bloody, but for the two races, it is the most normal thing. It is an unprecedented feud, and they will not show any mercy.
"You're courting death!" the great demon Yingzhao roared, revealing his true form: a human face and a horse's body with tiger stripes, bird wings, and wielding a Primordial Iron Staff, extremely ferocious.
In an instant, he was engaged in battle with Qiangliang.
"You defeated foe, yet you dare to act so arrogantly?" Qiangliang's voice boomed like thunder, shaking the surrounding area and terrifying some of the lesser demons, who fled in terror, losing all will to fight.
"Thump!"
Their clash shattered the void, the sound reverberating for billions of miles. With the battle between Qiangliang and Yingzhao, the great war officially began, and the two armies clashed, engaging in a chaotic melee.
"Kill!" The battle cries shook the heavens, a life-or-death struggle ensued.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining the sky red. The battle was incredibly fierce; the heavens seemed to shatter, the earth was being torn apart, mountains were leveled, and rivers were dried up.
The impact of the battle aura caused the surrounding area to tremble violently, and the earth itself seemed about to sink.
"Who dares to fight me!" The Great Witch Xingtian, wielding a giant axe, stood 100,000 feet tall. With every move he made, the demons around him fell like snowflakes. Such divine power was as if he were creating the world from Chaos!
He went berserk.
Soaring ambition to the heavens!
"Hmph! I'll kill you!" Guiche arrived through the void, wielding Purple Gold Square Sky Halberd, his power as vast as the sea. The halberd cleaved through the sky, unleashing an Eternal beam of immortal light, intent on obliterating Xingtian!
"Nine-headed dead bird, who gave you the courage? Your heads have grown back!" Zhurong revealed his true form, rushing from the distant battlefield to block the attack.
Countless demons along the way were killed by the shockwave. The divine fire on his body was like ten thousand volcanoes erupting, falling into the demon army. Instantly, screams filled the air, and countless people were killed or injured.
"Damn you! Laozi 'll kill you!" Guiche roared, brandishing his halberd as he charged forward.
The two sides clashed instantly.
At this moment, the vast land was stained with blood, the roars shook the heavens, and the sounds of battle soared to the sky.
The carnage raged across the land, the devastation horrified even the netherworld, blood flowed like waves for miles, and corpses littered the ground for thousands of miles.
Thick crimson clouds blanketed the Primordial World, turning most of it red, like spreading blood, both poignant and eerie.
Countless creatures were engaged in a life-or-death battle, their blood staining the mountains and rivers crimson.
The great battle reached its climax, with all the powerful figures of the demon and Witch Clan mobilized, and the battlefield continued to spread outwards throughout the central part of the Primordial World.
The Ancestral Witch who were stationed at the rear also arrived at the battlefield one after another, like Chaos gods and demons descending upon the battlefield and roaring across the heavens!