So They Could Pull This While the Body Was Still Warm?

Dijiang's vast heavenly voice resounded throughout the Primordial World, reaching every corner of the land.

He was really desperate and couldn't care less about anything else. Even if the malevolent energy wasn't enough, he still had to set up the formation.

At this moment, countless beings in the Primordial World felt their scalps tingle and their hearts filled with fear. The divine might of the Pangu Phantom was etched into their very bones and blood, and they trembled whenever they thought of it.

"Am I about to witness the magnificence of the Great God Pangu again...?" A powerful being muttered to himself, looking dazed.

"The Ancestral Witch has finally seen the light!" The Duke of the East was overjoyed, no longer panicked or afraid.

"It's not too late to set up the formation now."

Once the grand formation is activated, the Pangu Phantom is summoned, and the enemy is slaughtered indiscriminately, making victory incredibly easy.

If it were him, he would have set up his formation right away, instead of getting beaten up like this.

At the same time, all the powerful beings who were watching this great battle and hoping for Ling Xiao's defeat became excited.

Of course, there were also many who hoped for Ling Xiao's victory, because the Witch Clan's invasion of the Primordial World was too great, seriously affecting their living space.

In the East Sea Dragon Palace, the Old Dragon and Ao Zhan were closely watching everything. Naturally, they hoped that Ling Xiao could beat the Witch Clan to a pulp and wipe them out. Otherwise, the shame would be impossible to wash away.

The mighty Dragon Clan has actually become a vassal of the Witch Clan; it's utterly shameful.

"Hold on! Kill these Ancestral Witch!" Ao Zhan roared furiously, cheering Ling Xiao on.

Although Ling Xiao was "happy to help the dragons," he was far better than the Ancestral Witch; at least he wouldn't humiliate the Dragon Clan.

"The situation is not optimistic, not optimistic at all. Twelve of them can't defeat one, and we still need to set up a formation."

"Pah! Disgusting!"

Old Dragon roared, but at this moment he was full of energy and showed no signs of being old and frail.

Ao Zhan glanced at him in surprise, rarely seeing the Old Dragon so out of sorts.

After a short while, the Old Dragon regained his composure and said, "Little Zhan, watch your words in the future."

Ao Zhan paused for a moment, then nodded. He naturally knew that the Old Dragon had backed down, feeling that the Ancestral Witch' power was unbreakable and that the Dragon Clan could not escape the Fate of being controlled by the Witch Clan.

Lunar Star, Xi He, and Changxi have awakened from their seclusion. After all these years, they have finally severed their first corpses and become Quasi-Sage.

But shortly after crossing the border, he witnessed such an astonishing scene.

The battle between Ling Xiao and the Ancestral Witch had surpassed their comprehension; its power was unimaginable.

With their strength, if they joined in, they would probably be reduced to ashes in an instant.

That's outrageous! They've all worked so hard to catch up, so why is the gap widening?

The first time, he could fight Ling Xiao to a standstill, but now he probably can't even stand a single glance from him.

"Sister, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are so terrifying! What are they going to do? Will Ling Xiao be able to defeat them?" Changxi asked nervously.

"You'd better pray that Ling Xiao wins, otherwise, we Lunar Star might not fare well either," Xi He a solemn expression. She naturally knew that the Witch Clan had an unusual obsession with territory and would not let Taiyin go.

"Then I will pray!" Changxi nodded heavily and immediately formed a mudra to pray. This was a ritual to bless Ling Xiao, and naturally, there was a kind of wish power in the dark.

Xi He glanced at her sister silently. She had only said it casually, but she hadn't expected Changxi to take it seriously.

If it were so useful, what would be the point of having this day?

My sister is so naive.

Xi He shook her head, her gaze fixed on the endless deep space, a chaotic expanse resembling the primordial beginning of time.

As soon as Dijiang gave the order, the remaining Ancestral Witch staggered to their feet. Even Zhu Jiuyin, who had been cut in two, struggled to get back together and get up.

He wasn't fatally injured and can still fight.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were covered in blood, their faces contorted in a ferocious grimace, exuding a violent and malevolent aura, like Chaos gods and demons.

"Ling Xiao! I admit you are strong, but it's no use. This is the end." Zhurong roared with a ferocious expression, bursting into wild laughter, his murderous aura rising.

The twelve streams of malevolent energy, like pillars of heaven, were about to converge, creating a terrifying scene that illuminated the Eight Desolations world. Countless living beings looked up in awe, for the Pangu Phantom was about to appear in the world!

"Heh, do you think I'm a fool?" Ling Xiao smiled calmly, tearing through space with a wave of his hand, his figure disappearing from the spot.

Upon seeing this, the expressions of the Ancestral Witch changed drastically.

"Not good! Quickly set up the formation!" Dijiang roared, his scalp tingling instantly. He hadn't expected Ling Xiao to interrupt them at this moment.

This is wrong.

No one interrupted them when they set up the formation last time.

"Boom!"

Zhurong was sent flying, spitting out blood. His dragon-like arms were shattered, and the baleful aura above his head was torn off. The great formation that was about to condense also came to an abrupt halt.

"Ling Xiao!"

The Ancestral Witch were furious, their spirits plummeting from heaven to hell. They were all ready to take off, but were abruptly interrupted. This was simply unsportsmanlike!

"Cut!"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed like lightning, shattering the heavens. He pointed his fingers to form a sword, and a golden divine sword slashed out, splitting heaven and earth.

The sword's edge flashed, transcending time and space. Accompanied by a soaring crimson light, Rushou's head flew out, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.

"Stop!" The Ancestral Witch were terrified. Seeing Rushou's head fly off and he seemed to have lost his life, their shock and anger turned into fear.

It would be better to just attack directly. Standing here only makes them easy targets for Ling Xiao, allowing him to slaughter them at will.

"Ling Xiao, if you're so capable, wait for us to set up our formation. What kind of skill is this sneak attack?" Gonggong shouted, trying to appear calm and morally suppress Ling Xiao.

This is a path never before trodden, because they don't even have morality.

"Still thinking about setting up an array?" Ling Xiao looked at Rushou, whose head was already separated from his body. Had Gonggong lost his mind? How could he still be thinking about setting up an array?

"Kill!" Dijiang roared, and the group of Ancestral Witch went berserk, their heads radiating murderous aura as they attacked Ling Xiao.

They had gone mad. Seeing their brothers gone, their hatred transformed into fighting power, and in an instant, they all seemed to have become much stronger.

The powerful beings were dumbfounded. They had thought they would see the Pangu Phantom appear, but things had turned out this way.

An overwhelming force shook the world, bloodshed raged across the skies, and the fiercest battle commenced.

A short while later, two streams of malevolent energy shot into the sky, one in front and one behind, and instantly merged with the remaining ten streams.

"Ling Xiao, I'll kill you!" Zhurong grinned madly, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, but the murderous aura above his head grew even stronger.

On the other side, the corpses of Rushou, whose fates were unknown, were also glowing, their hearts beating rhythmically like heavenly drums, deafeningly loud.

"Haha... Ling Xiao, you lost!"

Dijiang laughed wildly, his face full of surprise. Even he hadn't expected that although Rushou's head had been cut off, his heart was still beating, which activated Pangu Essence Blood and stirred up the baleful energy to form an array.

Ling Xiao's expression froze, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Even the formation can be done while it's still hot...?"