The Great Age withered away

Chaos lightning suddenly descended from the sky, causing the Qiankun to tremble. A blood-red whirlwind swept across the land, accompanied by black rain and eerie lightning.

The Kunpeng stood tall, its Yao Qi aura soaring to the heavens. Its invisible power made all living beings tremble with fear. This was the supreme saint of the demon race, a true Sage, who could easily kill the Ancestral Witch and Dijiang.

"The Witch Clan is utterly finished..."

Many powerful figures sighed with regret, recalling the past, when the Witch Clan at its peak was just a hair's breadth away from dominating the world.

Even though they provoked those they shouldn't have, and some of their Ancestral Witch died, they still managed to survive and maintain their position as the number one clan in the Primordial World.

Now that Dijiang is dead, and the Ancestral Witch are almost all gone, the entire Witch Clan is scattered and countless people have died or been injured.

Kunpeng and Minghe, two renowned ruthless figures from the Primordial World era, faced an unprecedented calamity tantamount to the extinction of their race.

One was an invincible Sage, the other wielded the Blood River Formation, roaming the entire arena, almost insane in their killing spree.

Let alone the Witch Clan, even the entire race and all living beings in the Primordial World couldn't withstand their antics!

When it comes to killing, it's like playing a game; there's not a shred of pity.

Kunpeng sneered as he watched Houtu and the other witches leave, but ultimately did not make a move.

He suppressed his murderous intent and slowly descended into the demon realm.

At this moment, the entire demon race was in an uproar, their expressions filled with fervor as they gazed at the figure of Kunpeng.

Kunpeng is truly capable; he steps up when needed, unlike Nuwa who abandoned the demon race once she became a saint.

Even powerful figures of the demon race such as Fuxi, Baize, Jimeng looked at Kunpeng with new respect. Even if they didn't like Kunpeng, they had to admit that he had handled the matter beautifully this time.

Regardless, the demon race was saved, won a great victory, and defeated the powerful Witch Clan, with whom they had fought for countless years.

The remaining millions of demons roared the loudest cheers in the world, feeling an unprecedented Yang Mei.

This made other creatures somewhat envious. With a Sage born from the demon race, their future would surely be bright. They would have no rivals, no obstacles, and dominating the world would only be a matter of time.

Is it too late to join the demon race now?

"Peng Emperor, what should we do with the remaining Witch Clan? Should we press our advantage and pursue them?"

After the cheers subsided, a powerful demon approached and asked, bowing and scraping obsequiously.

Upon hearing this, the other great demons nodded in agreement, looking expectantly at Kunpeng and waiting for his command.

Kunpeng remained expressionless, a strange, blood-red light flashing in his eyes, before slowly looking at the great demon who had asked the question, and forcing out a chilling smile.

"No rush, there's something else important!"

The great demon was so frightened that he involuntarily took a step back and asked tremblingly, "Wha... what important matter?"

Kunpeng remained silent, his smile vanished, and a chilling expression appeared on his otherwise expressionless face.

The next moment.

He suddenly raised his hand, and countless demons lost their balance and slowly floated up.

"This is... Peng Emperor, what are you doing?" The Demon God changed drastically, their eyes revealing confusion and bewilderment.

"Die!" Kunpeng coldly uttered a single word, as if his words were law.

In an instant, countless demons exploded one after another, bursting into brilliant fireworks.

"Die, all of you!"

With a tremor of its arms, Kunpeng crushed tens of thousands of demons in space, and a torrential rain of blood fell from the sky.

"Don't blame me, you all deserve to die."

"With the destruction of the Witch Clan, you too cannot exist. To complete this calamity, we have no choice but to sacrifice you."

"If you really have someone to blame, blame Heaven and Earth; it is He who will not allow you to live!"

Kunpeng roared in his heart, making a vow that sounded like a curse. He completely let go, his expression one of utter madness.

If we're going to kill, let's kill them all, kill them thoroughly.

Those cowardly Sage of the Three Pure Ones, burdened with numerous concerns and hesitant to act, ultimately required him to deliver the decisive blow.

A sinister smile crept across Kunpeng's face. He had already become a saint; what was there to fear?

He will crush these ant-like creatures with swift and decisive force!

Large numbers of demons perished; under the Sage's methods, even demons at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal had no chance of resistance.

"Kunpeng! Are you crazy? Stop it!"

Fuxi, Baize, Jimeng, and other great demons roared fiercely, their anger reaching straight to the top of their heads.

Kunpeng let out a cold snort, and Baize and Jimeng exploded on the spot. He didn't even explain, and killed them directly. He didn't need to waste words on a demon that was bound to die.

"Fuxi, for Nuwa's sake, I will spare your life!"

Kunpeng looked at Fuxi, who was frozen in place, and said with a wicked smile, before continuing to slaughter the remaining demons.

In an instant, the sky was filled with a bloody aura, a thick layer that dyed the sky above red, like the rosy glow of dusk, so intense it was impossible to dispel.

All the powerful beings were dumbfounded, watching this scene in shock; it was too terrifying, too bizarre.

Kunpeng actually attacked his own people?

Is this insane?

The methods used to kill their own people were even more cruel than those used to kill the Witch Clan.

In the endless Chaos, the Three Pure Ones and the Two Western Sages watched all this with expressionless faces.

"That wretched child did a good job; he's quite obedient."

Yuanshi said calmly, "So far, Kunpeng has done a decent job. The only shortcoming is that he didn't kill them all thoroughly. Those damned Ancestral Witch are not all dead yet."

"Kunpeng isn't stupid; he knows what's important. Under the Dao Ancestor's intimidation, he naturally wouldn't dare to act recklessly and obediently follows orders."

Laozi said calmly.

"I really don't know how the teacher will deal with Kunpeng afterward, after all, this wretched creature has occupied almost all of the Demon Race Fortune."

Yuanshi smiled, suddenly becoming interested.

"This is beyond our comprehension..." Laozi said, his expression unchanged.

In the Primordial World, the Slaughter gradually ceased.

Of the tens of millions of demons, almost none remain.

Faced with Sage, even the largest race is powerless, unable to escape or resist.

In the end, only Fuxi, a few scattered minor demons, and Queen Mother of the West, who had allied with the demon race but was not entirely a member of it, escaped this calamity due to her status Head of Female Immortals.

Kunpeng felt it necessary to give the Dao Ancestor some face, since he was the one who had personally appointed him.

Fuxi stared blankly at everything before him.

The mountains and rivers were shattered, the majestic peaks were leveled, and the land was desolate and in ruins. The earth was torn apart, and everywhere was bloodstained. All things withered and lifeless.

The world was desolate; more than 90% of the creatures of the Wu and Demon races had perished, and many familiar figures had all died suddenly.

Bloodshed and carnage signify the tragedy and end of an era. History repeats itself, and the land withers and decays, just like the Dragon-Han Catastrophe era.

Looking at the desolate and ruined scene before him, Fuxi felt a tightness in his chest, but then calmed down.

He closed his eyes in deep thought, and for a moment he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart. He raised his head to look at the distant horizon, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"How heartless... a bunch of beasts, you treacherous Sage!"

The next moment, it seemed as if a ball of flame exploded in Fuxi's eyes, and his body began to slowly dissipate, his life force extinguished.