But being able to hold out for three days was already their limit.
Especially since Zhu Jiuyin had been steeped in millions of modern books. His power far surpassed that of the Zhu Jiuyin from mythology.
If this were the Zhu Jiuyin of mythology, he probably wouldn't have been a match for Dijiang and Houtu. But the situation now was different: Zhu Jiuyin could likely take on both of them at once.
There was no helping it. Armed with modern knowledge, Zhu Jiuyin had found all sorts of ingenious ways to use the Law of Time.
On the battlefield, wherever Zhu Jiuyin went, every living being within a radius of tens of millions of li was enveloped by his Time Domain. As a result, anyone below the Daluo Golden Immortal realm would be frozen in place instantly, their Timeline brought to a halt by Zhu Jiuyin.
In other words, any living being below the Daluo Golden Immortal realm at that moment would remain forever at that point in time unless they could escape Zhu Jiuyin's Time Domain.
With time frozen, they naturally couldn't use any of their divine abilities or magical power. They couldn't even move.
They had become nothing more than living targets, unable to move.
In that state, even a minor Earth Immortal could instantly kill an expert at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level.
Of course, things were different once one reached the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
After all, Daluo Golden Immortals had transcended the River of Time. At Zhu Jiuyin's current level of control over the Law of Time—as a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal—he couldn't halt their Timelines completely.
But while he couldn't stop them outright, he could still slow them down. The delay wasn't long, at most ten breaths.
But when experts clashed, victory or defeat was decided by a hair's breadth.
Ten breaths were enough for an opponent of the same level to kill them hundreds of thousands of times over.
Of course, against Quasi-Sages, Zhu Jiuyin's Time Domain was even less effective. Even at full power, he could only slow a Quasi-Sage by a hundredth to a ten-thousandth of a second.
But as said before, at the Quasi-Sage or Primordial Origin Golden Immortal level, even a ten-thousandth of a second could turn the tide of battle.
Zhu Jiuyin had become the strongest support on the battlefield.
But the Law of Time wasn't just for support.
Zhu Jiuyin could not only halt or slow his opponents' Timelines; he could also speed up his own.
In theory, that meant he could move instantaneously, just like Dijiang.
Dijiang used the Law of Space. Zhu Jiuyin, on the other hand, brought the Timelines of two points in space together. When he took a step, he didn't cross a distance in space—he crossed a Timeline.
It was absurd.
One moment, Zhu Jiuyin punched Tai Yi. In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Di Jun and slammed down another punch. Before Di Jun could retaliate, Zhu Jiuyin flashed above Kunpeng and stomped down. The enormous force smashed Kunpeng thousands of li underground before he finally came to a stop.
That uncanny rhythm of attack gave even Tai Yi, wielding the Chaos Bell, a terrible headache—let alone the other Quasi-Sages of the Demon Race.
At that moment, they finally understood: the most underhanded member of the Witch Race was none other than its second brother, Zhu Jiuyin!
In the face of Zhu Jiuyin's heaven-defying power, Tai Yi eventually stepped forward.
The Chaos Bell truly lived up to its name. Its might was indeed heaven-defying.
It could Imprison Time, Suppress Space, and offer Invincible Defense. Once summoned, it could make its wielder "stand in a position of invincibility." It was a Supreme Treasure that combined offense and defense.
In the end, relying on the Chaos Bell, Tai Yi single-handedly faced the strongest of the Ancestral Witches, Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, suppressing the two Laws they controlled: Space and Time.
At this stage, the Chaos Bell was the Demon Race's greatest reliance in its battle against the Witch Race.
But as said before, Tai Yi was not yet the Quasi-Sage at the Great Perfection level described in mythology. He had only just severed his second corpse, and his actual strength was around the mid-stage of the Quasi-Sage realm, on par with Dijiang.
The Chaos Bell was powerful, but suppressing the Laws of Time and Space wielded by Zhu Jiuyin and Dijiang was no simple matter.
Especially with Tai Yi, the Demon Race's strongest fighter, held back by Zhu Jiuyin and Dijiang, and Nuwa held back by Houtu. Di Jun, Kunpeng, and Fuxi had to face the combined assault of nine Ancestral Witches.
That meant each of them had to take on three opponents. Di Jun had the defensive Supreme Treasure, the River Map and Luo Scroll, so he managed to hold out for a few more rounds. But Fuxi and Kunpeng couldn't even last three rounds before they were beaten into helplessness.
At the critical moment, Hongjun appeared.
There was no vision of the void being shattered, no thunderous Daoist voice. A faint figure simply emerged from the void and walked forward at an unhurried pace. Yet in an instant, the entire Witch-Demon Battlefield was frozen in place.
No matter how desperately Zhurong struggled, though he had been about to deliver a fatal blow to Kunpeng, he couldn't break free of the restraint at all.
At the same time, the Ancestral Witches finally identified who their enemy in the Witch Race's way truly was.
"So it was Hongjun!"
At that moment, every Ancestral Witch except Zhu Jiuyin turned pale.
There was no helping it. Who in the Primordial World didn't know Hongjun, the "Dao Ancestor"?
More importantly, Hongjun was the Spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao. His every word and action represented the will of the Heavenly Dao.
So Hongjun's arrival also meant that the Heavenly Dao would not allow the Witch Race to wipe out the entire Demon Race.
The Heavenly Dao would not permit it!
In the Primordial World, those four words carried the weight of an irresistible will, like the sky collapsing, for every living being and faction.
But the Witch Race was the Witch Race. So what if it was Hongjun? So what if it was the Heavenly Dao?
Would a single figure be enough to make the Witch Race surrender?
Never!
In the end, the Twelve Ancestral Witches formed the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation before Hongjun.
The Witch Race's strongest trump card—and the most powerful formation in the Primordial World—appeared before all living beings.
The moment Pangu's True Form appeared, countless beings across the boundless Primordial World were stunned.
The Three Pure Ones, watching the battle from afar on Kunlun Mountain, turned pale.
"The Witch Race can actually summon Father God's true form. This is terrifying!"
It was Tongtian who spoke.
The Three Pure Ones had all thought of the same question: was Great God Pangu truly dead?
If Pangu wasn't dead and returned one day, could the Three Pure Ones, as Pangu's Primordial Spirit, continue to exist independently?
At that moment, the Three Pure Ones looked at the Witch Race with an unmistakable hint of something in their eyes.
In the past, they had considered the Twelve Ancestral Witches—formed from Pangu's blood essence—to be their own flesh and blood kin, since the three of them had been formed from fragments of Pangu's Primordial Spirit. As Pangu's direct descendants, they had felt a certain recognition and kinship toward the Twelve Ancestral Witches, rooted in their shared bloodline.
But things were different now. If the Witch Race continued to grow stronger, and the Ancestral Witches continued to develop, would the next time they summoned Pangu's True Form be different? Would it be more than an empty shell without a will of its own?
If one day a fragment of Pangu's Primordial Spirit returned to the Primordial World through the formation laid by the Ancestral Witches, could the Three Pure Ones still survive?!
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