The Witch Clan Interferes, the Dao Ancestor Appears
In the Primordial World, the Ancestral Witch Dijiang, Xuanming, Qiangliang, and Houtu led their people swiftly towards Mount Shouyang, their murderous aura shattering the vast sky.
"Human Race are truly formidable! They can actually fight the Witch Clan to a standstill. This is our golden opportunity to wipe out these demon beasts in one fell swoop, leaving not a single one alive!"
Xizi grinned, lightning flashing between his lips and teeth, numbing any creatures that passed by.
"Heh, the demon race actually has another formation. I wonder which beast gave it to us. It seems it was prepared for us, but the Human Race forced it out." Xuanming's snow-white face had a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the heavens and earth, and his laughter was also full of coldness.
There's no need to overthink it; this is the Three Pure Ones pulling the strings again. They were the same ones last time, so it's nothing new.
"Just kill them all! Let's see who can stop me this time! I'll twist their heads off!" Qiangliang laughed, his body wreathed in terrifying lightning, his murderous aura overwhelming and extremely frightening.
"Excellent! Such a golden opportunity! We must utterly crush the demon race and wipe them out!"
Dijiang's face was filled with murderous intent as he spoke coldly.
If they weren't Human Race, they might have really been tricked by the demon race. The Three Pure Ones and those shameless ones Jieyin and Zhunti were secretly helping the demon race. If this continues, sooner or later the Witch Clan will suffer.
"Charge! Charge! Charge!"
The shamans shouted and marched swiftly toward the Human Race land.
"Oh no, the Witch Clan is back! What's wrong with Jieyin and Zhun Ti? Why didn't they stay longer?"
At Mount Kunlun, Yuanshi noticed the movements of the Witch Clan and immediately stood up in shock, his face grave.
If the Witch Clan returns at this time, the Demon Clan will surely suffer annihilation. Caught in a pincer attack, the Demon Clan's limited resources are no match for the Human Race and the Witch Clan.
If the demon race is wiped out, how will the Witch-Demon Catastrophe proceed?
Variables, huge variables!
"We may have encountered an irresistible force," Laozi said, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
This irresistible force refers to the Pangu Will.
After all, the Two Western Sages had just been taught a lesson not long ago, and Mount Sumeru had even been broken.
"What should we do now? Just stand by and watch?"
Yuanshi asked with a stern face, unable to accept the distortion of the Heavenly Dao, because in his view, the Ancestral Witch were destined to be destroyed no matter what.
This can be attributed to the Karma prior to his attainment of sainthood.
"What's the rush? Perhaps the Witch Clan is just going home," Tongtian laughed, appearing carefree and nonchalant.
Laozi and Yuanshi glanced at him, and were speechless.
"By the way, if all else fails, let Minghe take action. If a fight really breaks out, then let's fight until the end of the Tribulation!"
A ruthless glint flashed in Yuanshi's eyes. Minghe had the Asura Clan under his command, which was numerous and had considerable combat power. Apart from not being very bright, they were all quite capable.
This is a force not to be underestimated. If we add them all to the Tribulation and wreak havoc on them, even if they all die, it's acceptable.
This is the worst-case scenario; it's the only option now.
Originally intended to deal with the Witch Clan, the Human Race got involved, and they can only blame themselves for being blind and courting death.
Upon hearing this, Laozi nodded slightly, wanting to say "good," but he held back, unable to bring himself to say it.
On the Human Race land, in the vast sky, the great formations of the two races were still clashing, both sides had reached a boiling point, fighting to the death.
They both had something to rely on, believing that the other wouldn't last long, and they held onto this belief for an unusually long time.
Just then, the demon race leader sensed the approaching Witch Clan. This was very sudden and without warning.
"Oh no! The Witch Clan is coming!?"
Bi Fang roared, his face contorted in fear, clearly terrified.
"Damn it, why did they have to come back at this time? I think they did it on purpose, waiting for the stalemate to end so they could launch a surprise attack!" Guiche's face was sinister, filled with ferocity and savagery; he wanted to kill everyone he saw.
Kunpeng gazed at the West world, his divine sense covering billions of miles. He could clearly sense the billowing baleful aura like smoke signals; who else could it be but the Witch Clan?
The fighting had been so intense and intense that the existence of the Witch Clan was overlooked, and they didn't even notice when they returned.
"Retreat! At any cost!" Kunpeng roared, issuing the order.
If caught by the Witch Clan under such circumstances, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The demons obeyed the command, but before they could react, a deafening sound swept across the battlefield.
"It's too late to retreat now, all of you stay here!"
As this celestial sound rang out, the sky in the West ripped open, space was torn apart, and figures of the Witch Clan emerged from within.
The enormous Witch Clan, like gods and demons, exuded a terrifying aura.
Instantly, all the demons froze, their faces turning pale, their souls trembling.
"Dijiang, this is a battle between humans and demons. It's none of your business to interfere. Retreat for now, and we'll fight to the death afterwards."
Kunpeng steadied himself and spoke with an air of confidence, appearing extremely powerful and arrogant.
In his experience, one must never yield to the Ancestral Witch; one must be tougher on them, otherwise one will only be bullied more.
"Heh, are you kidding me? You're about to die and you're still pretending?" Dijiang sneered, not buying it at all, looking at Kunpeng like he was a fool.
"Dijiang, don't act recklessly. These two formations of mine are not just for show. Do you want to experience their power too?" Kunpeng's gaze froze for a moment, then he said with a stern face, his tone threatening.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Dijiang made his move, his enormous hand, which blotted out the sky, slammed down on the Five Elements Formation.
"Rumble..."
A deafening roar pierced the sky as the massive array, resembling a celestial body, crumbled one after another under Dijiang's mighty hand, emitting deafening explosions. Thousands upon thousands of demons were crushed into a bloody mist as they bled.
"This lousy formation is so bad, and you think it can stop me?" Dijiang sneered, appearing nonchalant and without any pressure.
Kunpeng was dumbfounded, and billions of demons were completely bewildered.
The Five Elements Formation, already ravaged by war and riddled with holes, was utterly unable to withstand Dijiang's attack.
Even Ziwei and the powerful Human Race were somewhat shocked; this was too fierce, shattering the Five Elements Formation with a single palm strike.
As expected of the King of the Witch Clan who achieved physical immortality— Little Pangu Dijiang.
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
Dijiang raised his hand and waved it, and the densely packed shamans behind him roared wildly, extremely excited.
They charged toward the demon race, ready to slaughter them, but were suddenly forced to their knees by an unexpected and immense pressure.
This aura was vast and boundless, yet flowing gently like water; then, an overwhelming power descended from the sky.
In an instant, the human, demon, and witch races were all immobilized. A pressure emanating from their very souls made them tremble and nearly collapse.
They looked up and saw an old man dressed in a simple Daoist robe sitting high above the crowd, expressionless, without sorrow or joy.