Kunpeng: What Invincible Power

Dragon Palace.

"Kunpeng becomes a saint, even Dijiang is no match for him. Wouldn't the demon race be invincible?"

Upon seeing this, Ao Zhan immediately lost his composure, his expression turning extremely ugly.

Originally, the demon race was the weakest, but now that Kunpeng has become a saint, it has suddenly become the strongest.

A single Sage is enough to change everything.

Zhulong's old face was extremely solemn, sensing that the situation was becoming serious. If the Witch Clan couldn't stop the Demon Clan, then the Human Race, or even the Dragon Clan, might be next.

"Friend Ziwei... What did Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao say? Is it still under control?"

He looked at Ziwei beside him and asked in a casual tone.

Ziwei paused for a moment, then said firmly, "Of course!"

Zhulong felt a great weight lifted from his heart and was greatly encouraged and comforted.

No wonder he was so cautious, because this concerned the life and death of the Dragon Clan, and the slightest mistake would lead to utter destruction.

It's easy to get in, but hard to get out.

We can't afford to see the situation turn against us.

I just told them I wasn't going to play anymore.

That doesn't make sense.

They won't ask your opinion if they want to play.

Ao Zhan looked at the two of them, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. He really wanted to ask them how much control they had over the situation.

The situation is getting increasingly serious. Even if Ling Xiao is Sage, can he really resolve all of this?

Deep down, he began to feel uncertain.

After all, Ling Xiao had too many enemies, and he had direct or indirect grudges with all the Sage.

Ao Zhan suddenly realized that the clan elders had been somewhat hasty, having been misled by Ling Xiao and made a wrong judgment.

"Elder, you're confused!"

He cried out inwardly, but dared not show it.

In contrast, they were very curious about the powerful Human Race such as the Manshan Clan and Cangwu, and even had an intangible sense of reverence for them.

They had heard Ziwei mention that "forbidden" existence more than once, and they knew in their hearts that everything the Human Race had achieved today was thanks to the help of this mysterious taboo.

But to this day, they have never seen his true face, only vaguely heard legends about him. Even without showing his face, he still controls everything from behind the scenes.

This is truly extraordinary; no wonder the leader calls it a "forbidden" existence.

At the same time, Nuwa witnessed Kunpeng defeating Dijiang, and with a flick of her body, she walked into the Chaos.

Her mission was accomplished.

According to the Dao Ancestor, as long as she transfers the fortune of the demon race to Kunpeng, allowing him to end the Witch-Demon Catastrophe, she can achieve her goal.

This would make it possible to preserve the last bloodline of the demon race and allow it to continue.

"Under the overwhelming force of Heavenly Dao's will, this is all I can do for the demon race..."

Nuwa took one last look at the Primordial World, then turned and walked into Chaos.

The great battle continued. Dijiang went all out, fighting fiercely until the sky darkened, but Kunpeng remained at ease, a mocking smile on his face.

He once fought Dijiang and even had his wings clipped, but now the situation has reversed, and he fights Dijiang with even more ease than Dijiang used to fight him.

"Boom!"

Kunpeng's fingers and palms vibrated, sending Dijiang flying once again.

Then his gaze shifted, becoming incredibly sharp. He raised his hand and slapped it down, as if Qiankun in his palm, enveloping tens of thousands of the Witch Clan.

"Knock knock..."

Blood rained down between heaven and earth; Kunpeng's palm strike had killed more than half of the Witch Clan, numbering in the tens of millions!

If he hadn't maintained his composure, the ground beneath his feet would have been shattered into pieces. The power of Sage is terrifying indeed.

"Haha, all of you, die! The Witch Clan should have been wiped out long ago. Going against the will of Heaven and defying the will of Heaven only leads to death."

Kunpeng laughed loudly, his eyes bloodshot with rage. He raised his hand again to grab the Ancestral Witch, and in an instant, he killed Tian Wu and Xizi one after another.

Even though the Ancestral Witch were rarely matched among Quasi-Sage, they were nothing more than stronger ants in front of Sage.

Suddenly, the end of the Witch Clan arrived. Blood stained everything like spilled ink, and there were wails and screams everywhere.

"Haha, so this is what you get for sure!?" The demon race erupted in earth-shattering cheers. Having witnessed countless deaths and injuries among the Witch Clan, with more than half of their members gone, they never imagined this day would come.

"Good riddance! It avenged our fallen clansmen!"

"Haha... My demon race will surely dominate the world, with no rivals left!"

This is a celebration for the demon race, and a calamity for the Witch Clan.

At that moment, the heavens and earth trembled, and countless living beings shuddered, fearing they would be affected.

The ferocity of the Kunpeng is even more outrageous than that of the Ancestral Witch.

It was incredibly bloody and horrific.

The Witch Clan never dreamed that they would one day be slaughtered.

While filled with fear, countless creatures in the Primordial World also felt a sense of exhilaration.

We have been oppressed by the Witch Clan for far too long.

During the period of rule by the Witch Clan, bloodshed and Slaughter were everywhere, causing immense suffering and incurring the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. Now, they have finally received their retribution.

"Hehe, kill, kill, kill! Prove your path through killing! This endless blood energy is the best nourishment!"

The Minghe grinned maliciously, its killing intent boundless. The entire Blood River surged and roared, as countless Asura howled.

The blood flowing across the land, and the mountains of severed limbs, were all drawn back into the Blood River under the pull of the Blood River Formation.

The Blood River Formation, like a celestial river stretching across the Primordial Land, surges and roars, radiating terrifying power. Even Daluo Golden Immortal would perish and be completely devoured if he stepped into the Blood River.

With a crazed look on his face, Minghe controlled the Blood River to roll towards the remaining Witch Clan.

He wanted to kill all living beings before him and devour all their life force.

Jealousy clouded his judgment, Minghe was already somewhat delirious, his mind consumed by the pursuit of sainthood, disregarding the consequences.

"Ah!"

Dijiang roared, his anger unprecedented, filled with a maddening hatred for everything around him.

"You all go first, I'll hold this beast off!" Dijiang shouted to Houtu, then charged towards Kunpeng.

"Court death!"

A fierce wind howled, sweeping in all directions. Kunpeng's massive hand had already fallen, and Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch of water, died Gonggong agony, shattering into pieces between heaven and earth.

"Hurry up and leave! As long as you live, the Witch Clan will not be destroyed!" Dijiang shouted again, startling Houtu, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhurong out of their daze.

"Walk!"

Zhurong and Qiangliang dragged Houtu and Xuanming away without looking back.

Houtu's face was blank, her heart filled with endless sorrow and trembling. She watched Dijiang and Kunpeng fight all the way to the Primordial Galaxy.

In the end, the eldest brother Dijiang, fell, his blood drained, leaving only his mangled body drifting in the endless void, disappearing into the unknown starry sky.

Houtu stared blankly, her heart aching with sorrow, and she couldn't help but shed tears. Her people were everywhere on that vast land.

All around him was blood and fire, death and Slaughter.

A growing tremor ran through her heart; at this moment, it seemed as if a mission was silently guiding her, and she felt a calling from the depths of her being.

"Qiangliang, take me to the Sea of Blood!"

Houtu blurted out, roused herself, and a light shone in her eyes.

Qiangliang nodded emphatically, asked no further questions, and continued running.

Kunpeng took a step forward, returning from the Primordial Galaxy. Watching Qiangliang flee, he slowly raised his hand, paused, and then withdrew it.

"Houtu must not be killed..."

There's no need to rush with the remaining Ancestral Witch; after all, Dijiang is already dead, and the Witch Clan is practically non-existent.

Right now, he has more important things to do.