Three Punches Break the Formation, the Demon Race Falls, Dijun and Taiyi Are Suppressed

"There should be. After all, Dijun had made the Demon Race sound enormous back then—every plant, tree, beast, and bird in the world was called a demon."

Lu Chen nodded.

As the losers, Dijun, Taiyi, and the many Demon Sages would likely find it hard to escape death. But the concept of demons had already taken root; eradicating the Demon Race was basically impossible.

"Then do you think that after the Witch Clan occupies the Primordial World, Dijun and the others will be able to take that final step by relying on their clan's fortune?"

"This... this disciple does not know."

Lu Chen shook his head.

It was true that fortune provided tremendous aid to cultivation. But if all the fortune of the Primordial World were used to nurture one person's cultivation, achieving the Dao should be as certain as nails driven into a board. The problem was that even if the Witch Clan defeated the Demon Race, they could not completely occupy the entire Primordial World. There were still the Sages, as well as great powers who stood apart from both races.

They too occupied a portion of that fortune.

Moreover, as the future protagonists of heaven and earth, would the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World permit one of the Ancestral Witches to achieve the Dao?

Although the Human Dao had awakened, it still had no spokesperson and remained at a disadvantage.

This time, the Witch Clan had taken a clever shortcut. They first lured Dijun into making the first move, then proactively pulled the Human Dao into the fray.

Victory and defeat had been decided on the battlefield between the witches and demons.

The phantom's second punch left the All-Heaven Star Formation teetering on the verge of collapse.

Its third punch destroyed the All-Heaven Star Formation.

The formation was broken; victory was decided.

Dijun and Taiyi's blood stained the firmament. They lay beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate, their auras incomparably weak, like candles flickering in the wind that could go out at any moment.

The Demon Sages were in much the same state. As for the weaker demon generals, they had all turned into bloody mist.

Dyeing the heavens red.

Yet Demon Master Kunpeng had not entered the All-Heaven Star Formation. Seeing that the situation had turned bad, he had long since turned and fled.

To him, the Demon Race's grand cause was nowhere near as important as his own life.

Besides, he no longer feared Dijun and Taiyi's retaliation, because Dijiang would certainly not spare them.

Today, the Demon Race had suffered a crushing defeat. The two of them were bound to fall.

There was no longer a starry sky between heaven and earth. Only a towering figure remained standing.

"Witch Clan! Witch Clan!!"

The Witch Clan warriors raised their voices in a thunderous cry.

The demon soldiers all dropped their weapons, their fighting spirit utterly gone.

And the Witch Clan soldiers did not continue attacking those Demon Race members who had laid down their weapons.

The war was over, but the Pangu Phantom did not vanish.

Instead, it fixed its gaze on Zhunti and threw out a punch the next moment.

Seeing the mountain-like fist, Zhunti took out the Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree to block it.

The peerless force on that fist sent Zhunti flying.

On the other side, Tongtian drew the Green Duckweed Sword and pointed it at Jieyin. He said coldly,

"Hand them over!"

Locked onto by Tongtian's aura, Jieyin instantly felt a sharpness spreading across his entire body, as though a sword was pressed against every pore, ready to pierce him through at any time.

"Senior Brother Tongtian, our West..."

Zhunti wore a pained expression, but before he could finish speaking—

The Pangu Phantom sent him flying again with another punch.

Tongtian slowly raised the Green Duckweed Sword, its cold gleam flashing.

"I'll hand them over, I'll hand them over."

Jieyin lowered his head dejectedly and waved his sleeve. Hundreds of thousands of figures appeared in the air, including both demons and witches.

Seeing another punch coming his way, a gloomy look appeared on Zhunti's face.

Though he bore the title of the weakest Sage and had long since cast his dignity to the winds, that did not mean he could endure being punched about like a leather ball by the Pangu Phantom, especially before so many great powers.

If it had only been the Pangu Phantom, he could have endured a few punches. But there was also that damned Tongtian beside it, egging things on and even preparing to make a move. Zhunti instantly reached the end of his patience.

He decided to admit defeat!

"Stop, I'll hand them over!"

Boom!

Before Zhunti's words had even faded, the fist struck him again and sent him flying once more.

This time, Zhunti was injured. A stream of golden blood slowly flowed from his nose.

"The Sage is injured!"

Zhunti ignored them and waved his sleeve. Hundreds of thousands more fine people he had planned to secretly bring back to the West appeared in the air.

"Farewell!"

Not only had they failed to steal the chicken, they had gotten beaten instead. Zhunti and Jieyin left with dark faces.

Before leaving, they conveniently took away their disciples, who had been stuffing themselves in Lingxiao Palace, eating and grabbing whatever they could carry.

At the sight of one bulging sack after another, Zhunti and Jieyin's expressions improved considerably.

This journey had not been entirely without gains.

"Hmph! You actually tried to plunder our clansmen right under our noses. Do you take us Ancestral Witches for clay figures?"

The two Western Sages departed, the Pangu Phantom vanished, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches revealed themselves. Dijiang cupped his hands toward Tongtian.

"Many thanks to Sword Sage Tongtian for lending us your aid!"

They had not even noticed their clansmen being abducted just now. Tongtian had been the one to alert them; otherwise, their people would have been taken west by the two Western Sages.

"No need to thank me."

Tongtian casually waved his hand. He had reminded the Ancestral Witches only because he found Zhunti and Jieyin unpleasant to look at.

That was all.

Looking at the bloodied Dijun and Taiyi, Dijiang turned to Houtu and asked, "Little sister, how should these two feathered beasts be dealt with?"

"Little sister, why not slaughter these two beasts and stew them into soup? I want to taste whether Three-Legged Golden Crow meat is more delicious than other demons."

"Yes, little sister. These two have always opposed us. Strip all the meat from their bodies and boil it into soup—it will definitely be a great tonic."

"Three-Legged Grass Chickens have three claws. Let me make this clear first: I want one."

"I want one too."

"Zhurong, are you worthy?"

"Gonggong, if I'm not worthy, then you are?"

"Of course I am."

"You're worthy of a fart."

"You bastard, are you looking for a fight?!"

"Then fight! Who's afraid of who!"

The Ancestral Witches spoke over one another, every word about how to pluck Dijun and Taiyi clean and eat them. Zhurong and Gonggong were, as always, locked in a battle of needle against wheat.

A woman with an icy temperament shouted coldly, "Quiet, all of you!"

The chattering Ancestral Witches glanced at the woman and instantly fell silent.

Because the one who had spoken was Xuanming.

If Dijiang was their big brother, then Xuanming was their big sister.

Dijun and Taiyi lay motionless beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate, their eyes filled with humiliation. They were grievously wounded, every bone in their bodies shattered. They could not even self-destruct; otherwise, they would have done so long ago. Why would they endure the Ancestral Witches judging and discussing them here?

Hearing Xuanming's words, the two turned their gaze toward Houtu. After all, she was the one who would decide the fate of the two brothers.

"Though they have been defeated, they are still living beings born upon the Solar Star, which was transformed from Father God's eyes. Why not suppress them within Pangu Hall?"

Houtu looked at Dijun and Taiyi and spoke slowly.

Hearing Houtu's words, Dijun and Taiyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Though being suppressed was still humiliating, it was better than being plucked and eaten.

As for making a comeback after recovering, leaving aside whether they could even recover, even if they did, he no longer intended to contend for supremacy.

Those three punches had shattered not only the All-Heaven Star Formation, but also his ambition!

The Demon Race Heavenly Court was renamed the Witch Clan Heavenly Court.

From then on, the Demon Race's rulers were suppressed, along with every Quasi-Saint-level expert of the Demon Race.

From then on, the Witch Clan established its position as the Primordial World's sole dominant race.

"Why did you not kill us two brothers?"