The Demon Clan's Crushing Defeat and What to Do Next

Nuwa's expression darkened. She had seen long ago that the Demon Clan's warriors were no match for the Witch Clan.

The Witch Clan had come prepared, while the Demon Clan had been caught off guard. Most importantly, many demons scattered across the Primordial Land had yet to arrive.

In truth, only part of the Witch Clan had come; they hadn't mobilized their entire force. The Demon Clan's situation was even worse: fewer than one in ten had gathered. The Demon Clan had only just been established—how could they possibly assemble everyone so easily?

As soon as the fighting began, they quickly fell behind. If this continued, Mount Buzhou would become their burial ground.

"Retreat!"

Nuwa made the decision in an instant. In truth, even without her order, the Demon Clan was already fleeing in every direction, slaughtered as they ran.

"Fall back!" a mighty demon roared with all his strength. He fought desperately against a powerful Great Witch beneath the vast sky, then turned and ran without looking back as soon as he had shouted.

The Witch Clan's soldiers stretched densely across the land, their imposing aura surging without end as they poured in from the horizon. They were a vast, dark mass—a blood-red ocean, with murderous energy soaring to the heavens!

The few remaining members of the Demon Clan fled in disarray, without the slightest will to fight.

The Demon Clan's mighty figures also retreated as they fought. It was utter chaos.

Duke of the East took the chance to flee as well, no longer daring to boast about maintaining order in the Primordial World.

Only by surviving would he have a chance to maintain order.

"Fellow Daoist Zhurong, we have no enmity between us. I was only carrying out my duty. Please, don't pursue me!"

Duke of the East fled frantically, still turning back to plead with him.

"Get lost! The farther away, the better! Don't let me see you again!" Zhurong bellowed. He didn't continue the chase. The Witch Clan and Duke of the East truly had no blood feud, and he'd be better off using that time to kill demons.

Duke of the East ran without looking back, his face terribly grim. The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt.

The Sage had ordered him to maintain order in the Primordial World, yet with the Third Sermon imminent, the Witch and Demon Clans had fought to this state.

When the time came, would the Sage blame him for dereliction of duty?

If so, forget becoming a Sage's disciple—he might not even be able to keep his position.

Even now, he was still hung up on the title of Head of Male Immortals.

Duke of the East was unwilling to accept this, but for now, he could only escape first.

The Demon Clan fled in defeat, their tumultuous retreat shaking the entire land.

The mighty figures watching the spectacle were stunned.

They had thought the Witch and Demon Clans would fight to a standstill, but the Demon Clan had proved utterly incapable.

Nuwa, who had gathered immeasurable merit, had joined forces with Kunpeng, Fuxi, Duke of the East, Queen Mother of the West, and a host of mighty demons. Even with such a lineup, they couldn't hold back the Witch Clan's attack.

Once again, the mighty figures of the Primordial World witnessed the Witch Clan's strength.

"The Witch Clan is invincible! With the Twelve Ancestral Witches joining forces, and no Sage stepping in, who can stop them?"

They were bitterly dissatisfied. Why had so much of Great God Pangu's legacy been given to the Witch Clan?

Did these barbarians, who knew nothing but slaughter and destruction, truly deserve it?

"From what we've seen, perhaps only the Three Pure Ones, who also belong to the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, have a chance of fighting the Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

Although both previous battles had ended in defeat for the Three Pure Ones, at least they had shown room to grow.

Only the Three Pure Ones had managed to fight the Twelve Ancestral Witches twice and live to tell the tale.

Mount Yujing. After Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian learned of the Demon Clan's defeat, each reacted differently.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa is still too young. She doesn't know that the merit of establishing the Demon Clan is not so easily obtained. Even the three of us couldn't stop the Twelve Ancestral Witches—what could she possibly do?"

Laozi said calmly, not in the least surprised by this outcome.