Dueling the Twelve Ancestral Witches
Dijiang roared, requesting reinforcements and demanding a swift victory, as if to say, "It's not that I can't defeat Ling Xiao, but with your help, we can finish faster."
Even in their brief exchange, he could sense that Ling Xiao's Law of Space were in no way weaker than his own, and might even be stronger.
He could now understand why his younger brothers, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong, had been brutally beaten by Ling Xiao.
Even he was no match for them, let alone his weaker brothers.
"Big brother, we're here!" Zhurong was the first to respond, transforming into a fiery sun and joining the battle.
"Get out!" Ling Xiao shouted, and a Golden Crow phantom soared into the sky, radiating the power of true yang, and crashed into Zhurong.
"Sizzle!"
In an instant, the sky exploded, the galaxy was ignited, Ling Xiao was bathed in divine fire, which manifested as the Great Sun Golden Flame. Endless light and fire burst forth from his eyes, burning fiercely.
"Ah!"
Zhurong roared, and the Ancestral Witch True Body was covered and scorched by endless golden flames that were difficult to extinguish.
The Ancestral Witch of Fire, known as one of the most skilled fire manipulators in the world, was actually injured by flames.
"Water! Gonggong, save us quickly!" an Ancestral Witch shouted, terrified by the scene before her.
Gonggong reacted quickly, unleashing a torrent of water that rushed towards Zhurong. Although he disliked Zhurong, he had no choice but to save him at this moment, and he could naturally distinguish between what was more important and what was less.
But to the astonishment of all the Ancestral Witch, Ling Xiao raised his hand and pointed, and the vast ocean of divine water changed direction, rushing towards the endless deep space.
Zhurong watched in disbelief, filled with both shock and rage.
What's going on?
He even suspected that Gonggong might be doing this on purpose, wanting to see him burned alive.
The Ancestral Witch of Fire died in fire—how ironic!
"The Law of Water!" Gonggong stared at Ling Xiao with a grim expression, filled with shock and anger. He was already so strong, yet he still couldn't defeat Ling Xiao in the Law of Water?
A grander scale than the world's records!
"Attack together, kill him!" Dijiang roared, unleashing a terrifying aura as he charged towards Ling Xiao once more.
The remaining Ancestral Witch also felt a great threat and dared not underestimate it in the slightest. They unleashed their full power, overwhelming everything in their path.
Even Rushou, who was already crippled and on the verge of death, forced himself to make a move, tentatively testing the waters from the sidelines.
Like him was Qiangliang, who had transformed from a melee fighter into a "mage," controlling lightning from a distance and daring not to approach the center of the battlefield.
"Qiangliang, you..." Rushou noticed his teammate's strange behavior and couldn't help but ask. This guy didn't look injured, so why was he also cowering in the back?
Weren't we always the ones charging at the forefront of battles in the past?
"Don't misunderstand, this is a new fighting style I've come to understand, which allows me to unleash my full potential!" Qiangliang a smile and feeling somewhat guilty.
After speaking, he immediately summoned a black lightning bolt resembling a true dragon and blasted it onto the battlefield, showing it to Rushou.
"Damn it, who's attacking me? Qiangliang, watch out!"
A furious roar echoed from the battlefield; it was unclear which Ancestral Witch it belonged to.
"This... this isn't right!" Qiangliang was dumbfounded. He clearly aimed for Ling Xiao, so why did it fall on his own brother?
Rushou looked at Qiangliang with suspicion, sensing that something was off about this brother.
Like an undercover agent!
"Kill!"
Before he could think any further, Dijiang roared, his voice shaking the heavens and the earth.
Rushou and Qiangliang were immediately jolted awake, not daring to be careless, and unleashed their strongest techniques with all their might.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces to attack, their murderous aura overwhelming and shaking the Eight Desolations world.
Ling Xiao's black hair danced wildly, his eyes flashed like lightning, icy and piercing, carrying a chilling aura and an immense imposing presence.
The overwhelming attack cut off everything, severing both the front and rear routes, leaving no way to escape.
Ling Xiao let out a cold snort, completely indifferent. His body radiated Indestructible Spiritual Light as he launched a powerful counterattack. Laws surged from every pore, and various lights shone brightly.
From afar, he truly resembled the sun, radiating terrifying power, and in an instant, he responded to countless attacks, every part of his body a deadly weapon.
He didn't rush to use his magic weapon, but wanted to use it to hone his skills. Having the Twelve Ancestral Witches as sparring partners was a rare privilege.
"Buzz boom..."
The universe trembled, the Eight Desolations shook, and everything on their battlefield was Destruction.
Countless creatures in the Primordial World looked up at the sky, feeling the aura emanating from it, accompanied by earth-shattering explosions, as if it were the might of heaven.
They were completely mesmerized; their bodies trembled under the terrifying aura.
"Hiss..."
Blood rained down from heaven and earth, spreading across the endless, desolate land.
The blood carried a malevolent aura; it was obvious whose it was.
The Duke of the East, standing outside the battlefield, was dumbfounded. Half of his body was missing, leaving only his upper body, yet he still felt a chilling fear creeping through his body.
He was very scared and panicked.
What if the Ancestral Witch couldn't defeat Ling Xiao?
For tens of thousands of years, he followed the Ancestral Witch, swaggering and committing all sorts of evil deeds. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches fall, he will instantly become the target of everyone's hatred and will attract the revenge of countless powerful beings.
"No way, there's no reason why so many Ancestral Witch couldn't defeat one, especially since they also have Ancestral Witch..."
Duke of the East looked somewhat dazed, but he forced himself to remain calm, trying to reassure himself. He stared at the battlefield, wishing he could rush up and smash Ling Xiao with his fists to defeat him.
"Please stop playing! Just lose already!"
The Duke of the East roared inwardly, almost shouting it out loud.
Sea of Blood Minghe watched the battlefield intently, feeling a chill run down their spines. They knew better than anyone the power of the Ancestral Witch.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to submit.
Ling Xiao is now fighting twelve against one; this sight is simply dreamlike.
It's ridiculously strong, almost exceeding the realm of Quasi-Sage.
After a brief silence, Minghe's figure gradually rose and left the Sea of Blood.
Ling Xiao transformed into a blazing sun, his entire body dazzling, melting the void. Countless golden rays shot out from his pores, an astonishing brilliance. His laws stretched for billions of miles, everywhere, killing and destroying nothing!
The Ancestral Witch were bleeding profusely; their Ancestral Witch True Body were covered in wounds. What was once their weapon of choice for defeating enemies had now become a hindrance.
Faced with the overwhelming onslaught, they had nowhere to hide, their bodies burning with the light of laws as they withstood the fierce onslaught.
"Puff!"
Ling Xiao was wounded in the shoulder, pierced by a chilling Ice Spear, leaving it exposed from front to back.
This was a deadly strike from the Xuanming Ancestral Witch. She controlled the Law of Rain and ice, and had now reached the pinnacle of these laws, making her exceptionally powerful, even surpassing Dijiang.
This was a killing intent she had been brewing for a long time, an extremely deadly strike hidden among countless icy blades, aimed at Ling Xiao's brow. However, at the crucial moment, she dodged it, missing his head but piercing his shoulder.
"I never thought I would get injured..." Golden flames erupted around Ling Xiao, and his wounds healed instantly. He suddenly glanced sideways at Xuanming in the distance.