Witch Clan Outmatched, Their Trump Card Revealed

Dijiang smiled and said, his expression inscrutable. Over the past tens of thousands of years, they had comprehended the formation bestowed upon them by the Father God Pangu.

This formation is called the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation. It requires the Twelve Ancestral Witches to activate the Pangu Essence Blood within their bodies and gather the evil energy of heaven and earth in order to condense the body of Pangu.

The stronger the malevolent energy of heaven and earth, the stronger the power of this formation.

At this moment, the malevolent energy of heaven and earth was extremely dense, almost enough to condense into an array.

They have not used this formation since they began to comprehend it, but Dijiang firmly believes in its invincibility. After all, it can condense the Father God's Dharma Body, and can destroy any opponent, no matter what kind of opponent it is.

Since the Three Pure Ones want to see it, let them see it later and end this great war completely.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you Ancestral Witch to be so composed." Laozi said with a chuckle after hearing Dijiang's words.

It is said that the Ancestral Witch were reckless by nature, but now it seems that this is not entirely true.

They've even learned to keep things mysterious now.

"Enough with the nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight. If not, then get out of here, or you'll regret it," Dijiang reprimanded, looking at Laozi with arrogance.

"Dijiang, now that we have come, we are bound to fight to the death. The Karma of the past can only be washed away in this way," Laozi said calmly, his words soft but resolute.

He had not forgotten how humiliating the previous two battles had been, and how he had almost died. Such hatred was irreconcilable.

"That's right, that's what I think too. Only one of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage can exist in this world!" Dijiang shouted, his fighting spirit gradually rising.

While they were arguing, Tongtian was going berserk on another battlefield.

His entire being was like a white, Eternal celestial furnace, radiating a brilliance that illuminated the heavens and filled the entire world, its dazzling light awe-inspiring.

The immortal sword in his hand was like a rainbow, wielding beams of light as bright as the Milky Way, its power shaking heaven and earth, as if splitting the heavens and earth and cutting off time.

Opposite him stood the Time Ancestral Witch, Zhu Jiuyin, whose eyes shone brightly and whose body was enveloped in a continuous, swirling flow of time. He forcefully received the sword's edge, which then weakened and dissipated within the flow of time.

"Tongtian, your sword strike wasn't that strong!" Zhu Jiuyin said coldly, but his eyes showed a hint of guilt.

Now that Tongtian wields the Immortal Execution Sword, which is incredibly sharp and unparalleled in its killing power, it's already quite remarkable that he was able to withstand even one of its strikes.

"Continue!" Tongtian snorted coldly, confident that his Immortal Execution Sword could slay all enemies.

"Clang!"

Its light illuminates the heavens, as dazzling as a cascading Milky Way; its brilliant sword light shakes the world, and once again, a sword of unparalleled sharpness strikes its opponent.

Zhu Jiuyin's expression changed slightly, becoming extremely cautious. He could sense that this sword strike was even more terrifying than the one before. His body was filled with boiling malevolent energy, densely packed with laws, and flowing with the passage of time as he fought against it with all his might.

With a clang, the laws of the Great Dao burst forth in dense array, and then the area became blurred and hazy, with Chaos energy churning as if the world were being created!

This sword strike was incredibly sharp, its power unparalleled, its boundless sword light pressing down on the heavens and illuminating the Eight Desolations, its sharpness fully revealed, and it was invincible.

Zhu Jiuyin was ultimately no match for Tongtian. His scalp tingled from Tongtian's blows, and his body was torn apart, leaving deep wounds that revealed the bone.

After Zhu Jiuyin's defeat, Rushou followed suit, his opponent being Nuwa, currently the strongest among the demon race.

Nuwa, Map of Mountains and Rivers in one hand and Red Hydrangea Ball in the other, nearly crushed Rushou. As the Ancestral Witch of Metal, with the strongest physical body, even he could hardly withstand such an attack.

In a completely different battlefield, Kunpeng faced off against Xuanming and was similarly beaten so badly that his scalp tingled and his wings were almost all lost.

Kunpeng hadn't expected that, besides Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, this female Ancestral Witch was also so powerful.

Although Xuanming is ranked second to last and is the younger sister of the Ancestral Witch, her combat strength is second to none, and she is in no way inferior to Dijiang Zhu Jiuyin.

"You bastard, how dare you humiliate me like this!" Kunpeng was covered in blood, yet he was still full of vigor, because in the eyes of the other demons, he was fighting desperately for the future of the demon race.

But at this moment, Kunpeng was having second thoughts. Although he couldn't defeat Xuanming, he could still escape if he really ran.

However, doing so in front of so many people seemed inappropriate, and he felt the time was not right.

"If Ninth Brother can pluck your feathers, so can I!" Xuanming sneered, exuding a murderous aura and unparalleled fighting power, like a female demon.

His words stung Kunpeng. "Hmph! Nonsense! You think you can take me? I'll tear you apart!"

He roared, his eyes filled with malice, as if he wanted to devour his opponent alive.

Now everyone wants to pluck his hair, which is simply incomprehensible. When Zhu Jiuyin plucked his hair, he was already Quasi-Sage in his final form.

Things are very different now!

Kunpeng charged forward in anger, and in an instant, feathers rained down. In the end, he was still plucked.

Thanks to Kunpeng holding off Xuanming, the demon race achieved a near-total victory on the battlefield, except for the area where he was the main force.

Fuxi, Baize, Guiche, Jiuying, and other powerful demons have surrounded and attacked the remaining Ancestral Witch, and have gained the upper hand.

From the perspective of the entire battlefield, apart from Kunpeng being attacked, the demon race had a significant advantage.

Yuanshi directly blasted Zhurong and Xizi, causing their blood to splatter in the void and their bodies to crack, and he hadn't even used his full strength.

The world was astonished, and even the most powerful beings were deeply moved. The Witch Clan had always been the dominant force against the Demon Clan, but now the situation had been reversed.

"If we lose this battle, the Witch Clan will be doomed. The Three Pure Ones will never let them off the hook, as this concerns the reputation of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage."

"The demon race, if they don't win, so be it; but if they do win, it will be a great victory, completely crushing the Witch Clan in one fell swoop!"

"Karma, I can only say Karma. The Witch Clan's wanton Slaughter has offended the natural order and made too many enemies. Sooner or later, this day will come, and they will be Destruction!"

All the creatures watching the great battle sighed in amazement, their expressions varied. With the intervention of the Three Pure Ones, the Witch Clan was no match for the Demon Clan.

A crushing defeat was only a matter of time. If the Ancestral Witch had been more restrained in their actions and hadn't formed a blood feud with the Three Pure Ones, perhaps this day would never have come.

"Dijiang, you have been defeated. You failed to discern the secrets of heaven and did not know how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. This is the end for your Witch Clan!" Laozi said calmly, with a hint of regret.

"What heavenly secret? All I know is that this world belongs to the Father God, and we are simply reclaiming what is rightfully ours!"

"Laozi, haven't you always wanted to see what the Father God gave us?"

"Now, I'll show you!"

Dijiang sneered, then roared at the other Ancestral Witch:

"Form ranks!"

"Hmm...?" Laozi's gaze changed slightly. He saw that after hearing Dijiang's words, the other Eleven Ancestral Witches left the battlefield, each occupying a position, revealing their Ancestral Witch True Body, each a million feet tall, and roared in unison.

Instantly!

Twelve streams of bloodthirsty energy surged from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, converging and condensing into one, instantly enveloping them.

The entire battlefield was filled with malevolent energy, causing the sky and earth to change color, a chilling wind to blow, and the cries of ghosts and wolves to echo.

A colossal black shadow slowly coalesced, supreme and immense, beyond description.

Mortal spirits are instantly shattered upon seeing it; immortals and gods are instantly corrupted upon entering!