Dijiang Goes on a Rampage; the Time Is Ripe

Dijiang's fist struck out, tearing a gap in the Two-Emanations Dust Formation. Under the corrosive influence of the Blood River Formation, this area was already extremely weak, with its laws being eroded and worn away.

"No!"

The demon giants roared, their eyes blazing with fury, terrified out of their wits. They glared furiously at the Minghe, wanting to demand answers.

Who exactly are you here to help?

Before Styx arrived, the Two-Emanations Dust Formation could hold on for a while, but it immediately cracked after Minghe came.

Isn't this a spy from the Witch Clan?

Unmoved, Minghe completely ignored the discontent of the demons. He transformed into countless Blood God Child, frantically devouring essence. Wherever the blood flowed, all things perished.

Tens of thousands of the Witch Clan were enveloped by the river of blood, and in the blink of an eye, they were corroded and melted away, as fragile as a piece of paper.

Even the Ancestral Witch, after being corrupted by the Blood River, could feel the burning sensation in her physical body, which made a sizzling sound, and her magical power was constantly weakened.

Zhurong was enraged and let out a long roar, spewing out endless divine fire to evaporate the Blood River. However, the Blood River was supported by the Sea of Blood, so it was not so easily evaporated.

The Minghe's countless Blood God Child incarnations are all incredibly difficult to deal with, as long as even one of Blood God Child exists.

For a time, Minghe, relying on the Blood River Formation, actually fought against the Ancestral Witch, and even seemed to be holding his own.

This performance left all the great gods of the Primordial World in awe; Minghe was going all out, it almost felt unreal.

It's hard to reconcile this with his character; he seems genuinely there to help the demon race.

"What exactly did the demon race give Minghe that made him exert himself so much?"

The powerful figures were puzzled; the situation was strange, and they could not see the truth clearly.

The Sun Star.

Ling Xiao was also puzzled by Minghe's actions.

"Could this be Hongjun's scheme, to have the Minghe help the demon race fight against the Witch Clan and end the Tribulation?"

This idea is too naive. If it were really that simple, then he overestimated Hongjun.

Although the Minghe is troublesome, controls the Blood River Formation, and has billions of Asura, its power is still insufficient to contend with the Ancestral Witch, especially Dijiang, who has achieved physical sainthood.

This isn't something that can be solved simply by having more people.

Just look at the Two-Emanations Dust Formation; it was destroyed by Dijiang and could collapse at any moment.

Although the Blood River Formation is powerful, it is no stronger than the Yin-Yang Micro Dust Formation, and it will be broken sooner or later.

"Clearly, it's not just that..."

Ling Xiao was deep in thought, his eyes blurred, and suddenly everything before him became clear. He wanted to find the answer from the slightest clues and traces in the world.

At this moment, the battlefield between the demon race and the Witch Clan was already filled with endless bloodthirsty energy.

The Ancestral Witch took turns unleashing their attacks, using fire, water, ice, and lightning—a barrage of powerful laws bombarding the Blood River.

Although not fatal, the Minghe was still shaken and roared in the river of blood.

Dijiang unleashed a punch that cleaved the Blood River, instantly shattering hundreds of millions of Blood God Child. This caused Minghe great distress, making him feel much weaker.

Although it can recover quickly, too many repetitions are unbearable!

The Dijiang, who achieved sainthood through physical means, was terrifying; his mere blood energy could evaporate vast stretches of blood rivers.

"Damn useless Kunpeng, do something useful!"

Minghe roared within the Blood River Formation; he was there to help, not to risk his life.

You can't risk your life; how can you become a saint if you do?

Only life itself is the most fundamental capital for achieving sainthood.

In fact, not only was the Minghe in a hurry, but even the giants of the demon race were panicked. The Two-Emanations Dust Formation had collapsed and was practically useless. If it weren't for the Blood River Formation holding them back, the Ancestral Witch's heavy punch would have landed on their heads.

"Peng Emperor, is this all the confidence you have?" Fuxi asked loudly, his face grim.

He trusted Kunpeng so much, yet from beginning to end Kunpeng seemed to be playing around, showing no sense of responsibility and not caring about the demon race at all.

Seeing that the Two-Emanations Dust Formation was about to break, Kunpeng remained unmoved and had no corresponding countermeasures. At this moment, Fuxi naturally became anxious.

"Kunpeng, what exactly are you planning?" Baize also stepped forward, speaking with a solemn expression. With his intelligence, he naturally realized that something was amiss.

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng snorted coldly and said indifferently, "What's the rush? I have my own plans, you don't need to worry."

"I can guarantee that the demon race will win!"

Fuxi and Baize looked suspicious, not quite believing it; the Kunpeng's bird-like qualities were no longer relevant to them.

"Baize, are you questioning the Peng Emperor? The Peng Emperor has already guaranteed the victory of our demon race, what else do you have to worry about?"

Bi Fang suddenly spoke up, scolding Baize for being ignorant, with a mocking smile on his face.

Baize frowned slightly, but before he could refute, a large hand shot out from the formation, shattering the Taiji Diagram and grabbing Bi Fang without any hindrance.

"Help... help me!" Bi Fang was terrified and looked at Kunpeng with fear in his eyes, pleading.

With a bang, blood mist filled the air, and before the eyes of billions of demons, Bi Fang was crushed, its blood splattering into the void.

"The... the Ancestral Witch has appeared!"

After a moment of silence, a deafening roar erupted, causing many demons to tremble and drool to fly.

Dijiang's arm stood before them like Mount Buzhou, radiating boundless pressure.

The next moment, a giant hand slammed down, carrying the might of heaven and earth, shaking the universe as it landed on the demon army.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the void itself seemed to sink, and tens of thousands of demons exploded like popping beans, their sheer force killing countless others.

With this single palm strike, tens of millions of demons perished.

Blood rained down, staining the great rivers and lakes crimson. The sight resembled the wailing of Sage falling from the heavens, leaving countless onlookers Four Seas Eight Desolations in awe.

Such bloodshed, even across endless time and space, is chilling and moving; this is the end of the demon race, an unprecedented calamity.

"Ah!"

The remaining demons were terrified, foaming at the mouth. Without the protection of the formation, they were as vulnerable as ants.

"Kunpeng! What are your plans?" Fuxi roared, his eyes blazing with fury. Just now, Dijiang's huge hand had brushed past his head, almost killing him.

Although he was unharmed, tens of millions of his clansmen died.

Kunpeng remained silent, its gaze fixed on a certain spot, its expression blank as if waiting for something.

Endless Chaos.

Yuanshi looked at the Primordial World with a smile, and after a while, slowly spoke:

"The time is ripe; that monstrous Kunpeng probably can't wait any longer."

"Junior Sister Nuwa is hesitant. I hope she can think things through and not do anything foolish."

Laozi said calmly, and then the three of them looked at Wahuang Heaven in unison.

At this moment, in the Wahuang Heaven, Nuwa stood solemnly at the entrance, staring blankly at the Primordial World.

"I hope the demon race can have a good ending."

A moment later, she took a step forward, leaving the Wa Palace and heading towards the Primordial World.

She's going to do something big.