Ling Xiao: A Battle to the Grand Finale?

Duke of the East stood up with a boom, his posture upright and his aura surging like a rainbow.

This sudden action startled all twelve Ancestral Witches.

What on earth was this?

"Dijiang, I am the Head of Male Immortals appointed by the Saint, responsible for maintaining the order of the Primordial Land. Give me some face and withdraw."

Duke of the East spoke with a solemn expression, his grand Dao voice resounding throughout heaven and earth.

The various mighty figures were stunned. Since when had Duke of the East become so fierce?

Is he not afraid of death?

Even Nuwa, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and other mighty figures of the Demon Race wore expressions of astonishment.

What had Baize just said to Duke of the East?

"So you're the so-called Head of Male Immortals?" Qiangliang's voice cracked like thunder, twisting the void. His powerful aura caused the expressions of many Demon Race creatures to shift slightly.

The thunder he spat out was pale purple, striking toward Duke of the East like a true dragon.

"Presumptuous!" Duke of the East scolded, the Dragon-Headed Staff in his hand blooming with golden light to shatter the thunder.

However, another strike came even faster. A bolt of lightning descended straight from the firmament; it was not thick, but it was terrifying, carrying chaotic energy and glowing a crimson red.

"Rumble..."

Heavenly fire permeated the air, erupting in an instant like ten thousand volcanoes. Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, had also made his move. Possessing the cultivation of a Quasi-Sage, he joined Qiangliang to deal with Duke of the East.

Duke of the East bathed in the lightning, traversing millions of miles in an instant, but the speed of the Ancestral Witches was no less than his own.

Accompanied by the sound of thunder and heavenly fire, Qiangliang and Zhurong arrived in a flash. The void collapsed as the true forms of the Ancestral Witches expanded to fill the heavens, their violent laws and fist light drowning Duke of the East.

"Ah..."

Duke of the East was beaten black and blue, coughing up blood as his Quasi-Sage dharma body threatened to shatter.

"Is this all the Head of Male Immortals amounts to?"

"Truly weak!"

"You want us to give you face? What face do you have? Before us Ancestral Witches, you aren't even worth a fart!"

What made his blood boil even more was Qiangliang's disdainful mockery, which was sharper than his fists and attacks, directly shattering his psychological defenses.

It did not end there. Another Ancestral Witch joined the battlefield, swinging massive hands of boundless brute force in a wild barrage. The void where they stood was twisted and annihilated, presenting a scene of great destruction.

"Come and assist me!" Duke of the East let out a long howl, calling for help.

The Ancestral Witches, who cultivated the power of the Law of the Body, were simply ruthless combat machines when they fought!

He was fighting three at once, completely outmatched and struggling even to retaliate.

"Too brutal!"

The mighty figures felt a chill in their hearts, their scalps tingling as they found it hard to keep watching.

"Duke of the East is truly a valiant warrior!" one mighty figure sighed. If it were him, he would have been reduced to ashes in a single round; how could he remain standing like Duke of the East?

This served as a side testament to the strength of Duke of the East.

"Seeking your own death—I grant you an end!" Dijiang shouted coldly, his Ancestral Witch true form reflected in the void.

That pressure was terrifying, suppressing the heavens. The entire world of Mount Buzhou seemed to be shrouded by numerous Great Thousand Worlds.

Layer upon layer of suppression caused countless creatures to tremble.

This was Dijiang's Quasi-Sage level Law of Space; with a wave of his hand, he could manifest endless phantoms of worlds.

At this moment, Mount Buzhou resembled a celestial body within an endless galaxy of the universe, with these world phantoms orbiting it like grains of stardust.

Such a scene could be felt even in the West, far beyond the endless distance.

"The East is in chaos. In my view, the future destiny lies with us in the West; it shall surely flourish!"

Jieyin said with a smile, as if he had already glimpsed a corner of the future.

"Good!" Zhun Ti pinched his fingers and smiled, already possessing the air of a future Buddha Mother.

"Attack together; this battle is unavoidable."

Nuwa, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and ten great demons sacrificed their treasures and unleashed their divine abilities, charging toward the remaining Ancestral Witches.

If they allowed the Ancestral Witches to kill Duke of the East, their turn would come next.

Duke of the East had already bought them a rare opportunity by holding back three Ancestral Witches.

Queen Mother of the West hesitated for a moment before also sacrificing the Western Plain-Colored Cloud Banner to join the battle.

On the Primordial Land, Great Witches blew their horns, and tens of millions of Witch Clan warriors charged toward Mount Buzhou.

The heavens trembled, and the earth shook.

Mount Buzhou, the pillar of heaven, the spine of Pangu that supported the universe, was now trembling slightly.

Countless Witches surged forward like a rolling tide. Those Great Witches stood a hundred thousand zhang tall, their every gesture possessing the power to shift stars; one could only imagine the terror of their combined might.

"Kill!"

The mighty figures of the Demon Race roared, launching attacks from the heights of Mount Buzhou to repel the Witch Clan's assault.

The aura of battle permeated and spread, shattering the heavens and earth for hundreds of millions of miles. It reached every corner, sweeping across the sky and the land, shrouding the entire eastern Primordial World in a storm of blood and carnage.

The flames of war continued to spread, leaving the living in misery.

On the Sun Star, within the Ling Xiao Palace, Ling Xiao sat quietly in meditation. All around him, the energy of space fluctuated faintly, while within his body, earth-shattering changes were taking place.

Fragments of the Law of Space were merging into his flesh and blood, causing every inch, every fiber, and even every cell of Ling Xiao's body to open up independent spaces.

Like countless miniature worlds, they could store vast amounts of blood energy and magic power.

One could only imagine how profound the magic power within him had become at this moment.

I never expected that while absorbing the fragments of the Law of Space, I would also achieve a breakthrough in the Law of Space itself...

Ling Xiao thought to himself. The Law of Space, notoriously difficult to comprehend, had advanced further, reaching the level of a Golden Immortal of the Origin.

However, among all these laws, his deepest insight remained in the Law of Fire, which stood far ahead of the others.

For him, the Law of Fire was the easiest to grasp; the Golden Crow physique was one of the strongest flame constitutions in the world, with the only other being Yuan Feng.

Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, should also count as one.

Ling Xiao awoke from his meditative state, not because he had finished his cultivation, but because he sensed an unusual aura.

Stepping out of the Ling Xiao Palace, he saw a wave of red energy filling the horizon, teeming with Sha Qi.

"Holy crap, are the Witches and Demons going for a decisive battle right out of the gate?"

Ling Xiao released his divine sense to observe the grand spectacle at Mount Buzhou and couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

The densely packed warriors of the two races were so numerous they seemed to be splitting the earth in two.

The shouts of battle, roars, and the sound of horns rang out across the sky like morning bells and evening drums.

The battle between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Demon Race, including Nuwa, was also incredibly fierce, with the shockwaves of their combat sweeping across the eight directions of heaven and earth.

The aura of blood and Sha Qi was already on the verge of reaching the Sun Star.

One could imagine just how tragic and brutal the fighting was.

"They aren't going to fight until the grand finale in one go, are they?" Ling Xiao watched the intense clash between the two races and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Who starts a fight by going all-out from the very beginning?

But this was fine; if they wiped each other out completely, he wouldn't have to worry about being dragged into the Great Tribulation.

If both the Witch Clan and the Demon Race were gone, wouldn't he be free?

Ling Xiao thought this, feeling quite expectant, and held high hopes for the competence of the two races' leaders.

Before long, the situation began to shift.

In front of Mount Buzhou, Nuwa was draped in boundless light of merit, peerless and unmatched. Dijiang was actually struggling to hold his own against her, which showed just how much of a boost the merit from establishing the Demon Race had provided her.

"Nuwa! You are strong, but it is a pity your clansmen are not as powerful as you!"

Dijiang laughed heartily, his mood excellent.

The destruction of the Demon Race would be brought about by its very founding.

How ironic!