Duke of the East shot to his feet, standing tall and straight, his aura surging like a rainbow.
His sudden move startled the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
What was this supposed to be?
"Dijiang, I am the Head of Male Immortals, personally appointed by a Sage. It is my duty to maintain order in the Primordial World. Do me a favor and withdraw."
Duke of the East spoke with a solemn expression, his mighty voice resounding between heaven and earth.
The mighty figures were all stunned. Since when had Duke of the East gotten so bold?
"Is he not afraid of dying?"
Even Nuwa, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and the other mighty figures of the Demon Clan looked astonished.
What had Baize just said to Duke of the East?
"So you're the Head of Male Immortals, huh?" Qiangliang's tongue cracked like thunder, twisting the void. His mighty aura made many Demon Clan creatures' expressions shift.
The thunder he spat out was pale purple, hurtling toward Duke of the East like a true dragon.
"Presumptuous!" Duke of the East barked. The Dragon-Headed Staff in his hand shone with golden light, scattering the thunder.
But another bolt came even faster, dropping straight down from the heavens. It was not especially thick, yet it was astonishing, carrying Chaos energy and glowing crimson.
"Rumble..."
Heavenly fire spread everywhere. In an instant, it was like ten thousand volcanoes erupting. Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, had joined the attack. He was a Quasi-Sage and teamed up with Qiangliang to take on Duke of the East.
Bathed in lightning, Duke of the East crossed hundreds of millions of miles in an instant, but the Ancestral Witches were no slower.
Amid the thunder and heavenly fire, Qiangliang and Zhurong arrived in a flash. The void collapsed, and their Ancestral Witch True Bodies propped open the sky. Savage laws and fists swallowed Duke of the East whole.
"Ah..."
Duke of the East was beaten mercilessly, spitting blood as even his Quasi-Sage Dharma Body threatened to shatter.
"So that's all the Head of Male Immortals has?"
"What a weakling!"
"You want us to give you face? What face do you have? Before the Ancestral Witches, you're less than a fart!"
What struck him even harder was Qiangliang's scornful mockery. It cut deeper than his fists and attacks, tearing down his mental defenses outright.
And that was not all. Another Ancestral Witch joined the fray, swinging an enormous hand brimming with boundless brute strength and slapping Duke of the East over and over. The surrounding void twisted and shattered beneath the blows, a vision of utter destruction.
"Come help me!" Duke of the East cried out, calling for reinforcements.
The Ancestral Witches, who cultivated the laws of the physical body, were nothing short of merciless fighting machines!
He was fighting three at once and was completely outmatched. He could barely even fight back.
"How brutal!"
The mighty figures shuddered, their scalps prickling. Some could hardly bear to watch.
"Duke of the East is truly a brave warrior!" one mighty figure exclaimed. If he had been in Duke of the East's place, he would have turned to ash after a single round. How could he have held on like Duke of the East, still refusing to fall?
It also showed, in its own way, just how powerful Duke of the East was.
"You brought this on yourself. I'll grant you death!" Dijiang said coldly. His Ancestral Witch True Body appeared in the void.
That aura was terrifying, bearing down on the sky. The whole world around Mount Buzhou seemed enveloped by countless vast worlds.
Layer upon layer of pressure bore down, making countless creatures tremble.
This was Dijiang's Quasi-Sage-level Law of Space. With a wave of his hand, he could manifest endless phantoms of worlds.
Mount Buzhou now looked like a celestial body amid an endless river of stars. These phantom worlds orbited it like dust-sized stars.
Even the West, far beyond countless miles, could feel this spectacle.
"The East is in chaos. In my view, the mandate of heaven belongs to us in the West. We are destined to rise to greatness!"
Jieyin spoke with a smile, as though he had already glimpsed a corner of the future.
"Excellent!" Zhun Ti smiled, fingers poised together, already bearing the air of the Future Buddha.
Nuwa, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and ten mighty demons offered up their magic treasures and unleashed their divine abilities, attacking the remaining Ancestral Witches.
If they let the Ancestral Witches kill Duke of the East, they would be next.
Duke of the East had held off three Ancestral Witches for them. This was already an extraordinarily rare opportunity.
Queen Mother of the West hesitated for a moment, then offered up the Western Plain-Colored Cloud Banner and joined the battle.
Across the Primordial Land, Great Witches sounded their horns. Tens of millions of Witch Clan warriors surged toward Mount Buzhou.
Heaven and earth trembled. The ground shook.
Mount Buzhou, the pillar of heaven and earth—the backbone of Pangu himself—now trembled faintly.
Countless Witches came rolling in. The Great Witches stood a hundred thousand zhang tall, and every gesture of theirs could turn the stars. One could imagine the power they held when gathered together.
"Kill!"
The Demon Clan's mighty figures roared. From their position atop Mount Buzhou, they struck down at the Witch Clan, holding back its assault.
The aura of battle spread and surged, shaking heaven and earth for billions of miles. It reached everywhere, sweeping across the skies and the land. All of the Primordial World's eastern region was shrouded in bloodshed and chaos.
The flames of war kept spreading, leaving life in ruins.
At the Sun Star, inside Ling Xiao Palace, Ling Xiao sat quietly in meditation. Space energy stirred faintly in every direction around him, while within his body, a transformation like heaven and earth turning upside down was unfolding.
Fragments of the Law of World had melded into his flesh and blood. Every inch, every strand—even every single cell—of Ling Xiao's body had opened up an independent space.
Each was like a miniature world, capable of storing vast amounts of vital energy and magical power.
It was easy to imagine just how immense the power within him was now.
"I didn't expect that absorbing fragments of the Law of World would also push my Law of Space to a breakthrough..."
Ling Xiao thought to himself. His Law of Space, one of the hardest laws to comprehend, had advanced further, reaching the level of a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal.
Of all the laws, however, his comprehension of the Law of Fire was still the deepest by far.
The Law of Fire was the easiest for him to comprehend. The Golden Crow's body was one of the strongest fire physiques in the world, with Yuanfeng being another.
Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, probably counted as one too.
Ling Xiao emerged from his meditative state, not because he had finished cultivating, but because he sensed an unusual aura.
He stepped out of Ling Xiao Palace and saw a red wave of energy spreading across the horizon, brimming with baleful energy.
"Holy crap, the Witch-Demon War is going straight to the final battle?"
Ling Xiao released his divine sense and saw the spectacle at Mount Buzhou. He cried out in shock.
The densely packed warriors of the two clans had nearly split the land in half.
Shouts of slaughter, roars, and horns rang across the horizon like morning bells and evening drums.
The battle between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Demon Clan's Nuwa and the others was also ferocious. The shockwaves swept in every direction between heaven and earth.
The bloodshed and baleful energy were already close to spreading to the Sun Star.
One could imagine how brutal the battle was.
"Could this battle really go all the way to the grand finale?" Ling Xiao muttered as he watched the two clans fight fiercely.
Who started a fight by going all out right from the beginning?
Still, it was a good thing. If they all wiped each other out, he would not have to worry about being dragged into the Tribulation.
If the Witch and Demon Clans were gone, wouldn't he be free?
Ling Xiao thought this with a hint of anticipation, placing great faith in the leaders of both clans to get the job done.
Before long, the situation began to change.
In front of Mount Buzhou, Nuwa was surrounded by boundless merit-light and stood peerless. Even Dijiang was somewhat outmatched, showing just how great a boost the merit of founding the Demon Clan had given her.
"Nuwa! You're powerful, but your people aren't nearly as strong as you!"
Dijiang laughed heartily, in high spirits.
The Demon Clan's destruction would be brought about by its very founding.
How ironic!
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