Xuanyuan swung his sword.
It pierced through time and space.
Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, who had fled to the corner of the Primordial World, thought they had escaped with their lives. Yet the moment they turned around, a sword slash cut through them.
"No!"
The Witch Clan was destroyed!
Ancestral Witch Hall.
A black-robed figure emerged and casually took away Xuanming and Houtu, who had been waiting with their eyes closed for death.
He even moved the Ancestral Witch Hall to Fire Cloud Cave.
"Immortal Ancestor!"
Xuanyuan and the other Human Emperors were overjoyed. They had never expected to encounter Ye Zhuo here.
"It was only an incarnation. The real battle came next.
"You have done all that you could. This battle has already drained you completely.
"There is still one final move left: the Demon Clan and the Sages."
Ye Zhuo raised his head toward the boundless heavens.
He himself wore the black robes of a wandering monk and a conical hat.
This was after the Human Clan had campaigned against Blue Tour Palace, Mount Sumeru, and Ancestral Witch Hall.
The Human Clan's accumulated foundation had been exhausted.
They were at their weakest.
The Demon Clan in the Heavenly Court, which had shown no movement until now, suddenly activated a grand formation above the skies.
A thunderous boom rang out.
The sky of the Primordial World turned blood-red.
Every point of light represented a Demon King. Behind each Demon King stood more than ten great demons, beneath whom were countless demon generals and demon soldiers.
Above the Demon Kings were the ten Monster Gods.
Demon Master Kunpeng and Dijun served as the core, with Chang Xi and Xihe following close behind.
All their power—the sea of stars, the Demon Clan's providence, demonic power, and vital blood—ultimately converged upon