Immortal-Severing Sword Formation, Witch-Demon Final Battle

Chen Yang came to the Wu Tribe once more and met Houyi, whom he had not seen for a long time.

When Houyi saw Chen Yang, there was not much joy on his face. He merely said, "Brother Chen Yang, long time no see."

Chen Yang sighed as well. "Yes, it has been a long time. This time, I came to see Ancestor Shaman Dijiang."

Without any intention of reminiscing, Chen Yang went straight to the point. Houyi nodded. "Come, I'll take you to see Ancestor Shaman Dijiang."

Inside the Ancestral Witch Hall, Chen Yang entered for the second time.

After arriving again, Chen Yang saw Dijiang and the many Ancestor Shamans gathered together, seemingly discussing something.

As Chen Yang approached, Dijiang paused. "Brother Chen Yang... long time no see. What brings you to our Wu Tribe?"

"Ancestor Shaman Dijiang... I came this time to handle two matters. One is to help the Wu Tribe perfect the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The other is to come on behalf of the Human Clan," Chen Yang said solemnly.

"Little sister Houtu's Six Paths of Reincarnation do need constant improvement. By now, I have already had Houyi and the others relocate the Wu Tribe members of the Houtu Tribe into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, where they will establish a new tribe and assist little sister Houtu in managing the Wu Tribe. But what matter does Brother Chen Yang represent the Human Clan for?" Zhu Jiuyin asked in puzzlement.

"An alliance! I represent the Human Clan in forming an alliance with the Wu Tribe," Chen Yang said gravely.

"What... an alliance? Brother Chen Yang, are you joking? Under these circumstances, your Human Clan wants to get involved? Do you know..." Zhu Jiuyin's face was filled with disbelief.

Chen Yang said solemnly, "That's right, an alliance. Frankly speaking, given the Human Clan's weakness, participating in the war between the Wu Tribe and Demon Race would be no different from seeking death. However, the Battlefield Killing Formation I created can unite the Human Clan and the Wu Tribe.

The Wu Tribe will lead the troops and serve as the commanding generals of the Battlefield Killing Formation. Countless Human Clan members will become soldiers and coordinate with you. Under the Wu Tribe's command, they will gather battlefield Killing Intent to resist the Demon Race. Put simply, you of the Wu Tribe will act as generals, commanding the Human Clan army and relying on the Battlefield Killing Formation to battle the Demon Race.

I believe all of you understand the effects of the Battlefield Killing Formation. Its core lies in the commanding generals; the ordinary soldiers have far fewer requirements. Xingtian and the others previously commanded Human Clan armies and condensed Battlefield Killing Formations. The results were almost the same as when commanding Wu Tribe armies.

With the Human Clan's immense military numbers, every member of the Wu Tribe can lead troops and use the Battlefield Killing Formation against the Demon Race. In that way, the Demon Race's enormous lower-ranking armies will no longer be an advantage."

The moment those words were spoken, Dijiang and the others fell silent.

There was no helping it. Chen Yang's words had moved them.

After a brief silence, Zhu Jiuyin said, "Brother Chen Yang... you should understand both our Witch-Demon Tribes. Speaking of which, the Wu Tribe's greatest advantage is our abundance of powerful experts. Among the twelve Ancestor Shamans, aside from our little sister who has already transformed into Reincarnation, the lowest bodily cultivation among the remaining eleven is Half-Step Primordial Unity. Combined with the racial advantages of our Wu Tribe, even those in the Primordial Unity Realm can be fought.

Beyond that, the many Primordial High Shamans are each exceedingly powerful. Dealing with the Demon Race's Demon Saints and Demon Gods is effortless for them. Especially the Totem System created by Brother Chen Yang, which has made our Wu Tribe even stronger. In terms of experts, we absolutely surpass the Demon Race.

Our only weakness is that the Wu Tribe's numbers are too small. Our lower-ranking armies, especially, are pitifully few. In our previous wars with the Demon Race, hundreds of thousands, even millions, of demons would fight a single member of our Wu Tribe.

It could be said that the Demon Race has vast numbers but slightly fewer experts. Our Wu Tribe has many experts but sparse numbers. If your Human Clan is willing to join us and cooperate with the Battlefield Killing Formation, it can indeed make up for the Wu Tribe's shortcomings.

However, making up for our shortcomings does not mean we can win this war. Before the great tide of fate, even with your Human Clan's aid, the final outcome will never be perfect. Perhaps..."

"Actually, I understand all of this. After this alliance is formed, the Human Clan army assisting the Wu Tribe and the Human Clan troops participating in the war will certainly face death with no chance of life. The moment they come here, they are already fated to die in battle. I had long considered and accepted this outcome," Chen Yang said heavily.

"What do you need?" Dijiang asked curiously.

Chen Yang looked at Dijiang and said earnestly, "I need the Wu Tribe's resources. Whether they are the scriptures your Wu Tribe has accumulated, cultivation resources, spiritual roots, or spiritual treasures. I need these things to compensate the Three Teachings."

"Resources? Are those things alone enough?" Zhurong asked doubtfully.

"Yes!" Chen Yang answered solemnly.

Without another word, Dijiang and the others agreed directly.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years passed.

Chen Yang now remained within the Human Clan's cultivation grounds.

He circulated vast energy and tempered himself. His body was refined, his divine might surging like mighty waves.

By this day, Chen Yang felt that his Mystic Art had advanced another step.

At that moment, Chen Yang murmured, "The seventh layer of the seventh turn of the Mystic Art. It is time to inscribe the next sword formation."

Chen Yang drew upon the energy within his body and inscribed the Immortal-Severing Sword Formation.

The complete Slaying Immortals Sword Formation contained four separate sword formations: Slaying Immortals, Slaughter Immortals, Immortal-Severing, and Trapping Immortals, as well as a core sword formation that encompassed all four great sword formations.

Chen Yang had already inscribed the Slaying Immortals and Slaughter Immortals Sword Formations within his body. Their perfect inscription allowed him to control the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords. Now, as he inscribed the Immortal-Severing Sword Formation, he was only two formations away from fully inscribing the Slaying Immortals Sword Formation.

"Buzz, buzz..."

The sword formation was inscribed, and the Immortal-Severing Sword hummed.

Endless spiritual qi swept forth, transforming into Sword Qi and tempering Chen Yang.

Chen Yang had long become familiar with these many changes. Thus, after inscribing the sword formation, there were not many changes, nor was there much difficulty.

Once the sword formation was complete, Chen Yang's aura changed, its sharpness piercing the heavens.

As Chen Yang inscribed the sword formation, the deadline of one yuanhui drew ever closer.

Now, the entire Primordial World was filled with a grim, killing atmosphere and an eerie silence. The Rogue Cultivators who had once wandered about had all returned to their respective caves or hidden away in safe places.

Many also turned their gazes toward the Witch-Demon Tribes, waiting for their next move.

Meanwhile, both the Wu Tribe and the Demon Race were in a state of war preparation.

Within the Wu Tribe, countless clansmen gathered, each making their final preparations.

Inside the Ancestral Witch Hall, Dijiang gazed at a statue of Pangu. After a long silence, he asked, "How are the preparations?"

"Everything is ready. The young clansmen have all been moved into Reincarnation. Some elite descendants have been hidden away separately. In addition, our clansmen among the Human Clan have already integrated into them, continuing our bloodline," Zhu Jiuyin said gravely.

"Big Brother... must we certainly lose this battle? With the Human Clan secretly aiding us now, we have made up for our final weakness, but..." Zhurong said heavily.

"Not lose, but perish. From beginning to end, this battle has never been something we could control. We are merely chess pieces, chess pieces in the Primordial World's struggle," Zhu Jiuyin said.

"Chess pieces? Damn it... Every one of us is Half-Step Primordial Unity. Big Brother and Second Brother have both already touched that realm, yet we are merely chess pieces." Zhurong clenched his fists.

"There is no helping it. We have no choice. Before this battle, have Xingtian and the others bring the Ancestral Witch Hall into Reincarnation. Or hide it away. After this battle, the stage of the Primordial World will no longer have room for the Wu Tribe." Dijiang sighed.

At the same time, above the heavens and beneath the stars.

Within the Demon Court, Dijun, Taiyi, and Kunpeng gathered together.

Dijun looked at them. "Have the Demon Emperors, Demon Saints, and Demon Gods all assembled?"

"The Demon Gods under my command have all gathered. Their clansmen will also enter the battle," Taiyi said seriously.

"I always feel that something is wrong. In this battle, our chances of victory seem great, but we must leave ourselves some leeway in the end. If we bring out every last foundation of the Demon Race, then should any accident occur in this battle, our Demon Race will have no chance of rising again," Kunpeng said solemnly.

Dijun looked at Kunpeng for a long time. "Kunpeng... if you wish to hold something back, then go and hold it back."

Kunpeng looked at Dijun in confusion. "What do you mean? Could there be some hidden secret in this war?"

Taiyi shook his head. "If you want to know, survive."

Dijun nodded as well. "Enough... prepare for war. In one hundred thousand years, the Wu Tribe and Demon Race will go to war!"

As those words fell, vast demon qi rose from within the Demon Court.

Was one hundred thousand years a long time? No. To the Primordial World, one hundred thousand years was truly not long.

Now, one hundred thousand years had passed. Dark clouds densely covered the heavens, and demon qi blotted out the sky.

Killing Intent rose from the earth, spreading across the continent and surging into the skies.

Killing Intent and demon qi collided like heaven and earth themselves.

The clash of demon qi and Killing Intent shook the Primordial World, setting the entire world ablaze with turmoil.

At that moment, the entire Primordial World knew that the great battle was about to arrive.

The final battle between the Wu Tribe and Demon Race would erupt at this very moment.

Within the Buzhou Region, demon qi spread out, transforming into forces that tore at the stars and slaughtered their way toward the earth.

The Killing Intent of the earth condensed, forming roaring axe radiance that severed the demon qi.

The aura of the two tribes alone plunged heaven and earth into silence.

At that moment, endless Demon Race forces were revealed within the demon qi.

They were densely packed, standing atop demon clouds, terrifying beyond measure.

A single demon cloud carried hundreds of millions of demons.

How many Demon Race members did hundreds of millions of demon clouds carry?

The Wu Tribe also emerged from the Killing Intent.

Led by the Ancestor Shamans, gathered with High Shamans, countless Little Shamans and Human-Wu roared.

Each wore armor and held weapons, pouring forth Killing Intent as they stared toward the heavens.

This time, both tribes had unleashed their foundations without holding anything back.

Endless killing intent spread, and Killing Intent erupted completely, plunging everyone between heaven and earth into silence.

All the great powers of the Primordial World sensed this battle.

Each relied on the Mystic Pass Mirror to observe this battlefield.

The saints did the same, imprinting divine abilities to let their many disciples witness the changes in this battle.

Though many already knew the outcome of this battle.

Even knowing it, watching the battle before them still left their hearts adrift and uneasy.

Dijun stepped forward. The Dao rhythm around him surged vast and boundless as he displayed a Primordial Unity aura that shook the Primordial World. "Dijiang..."

Dijiang also strode out. Endless killing intent spread as he likewise revealed a Primordial Unity aura. "Dijun..."

"This battle today will also be our final battle. You..." Dijun shouted coldly.

"Too much nonsense. Kill!" Dijiang said.

"I do not like that temperament. Go die for me!" Dijun roared. He wielded a divine sword and slashed out Sword Qi that swept across the eight desolations, killing toward Dijiang.

Dijiang did not care in the slightest. With a casual grasp, a great saber appeared, sweeping out in a slash. "You should die..."

In an instant, the divine saber seemed to cleave apart the heavens, flowing with Killing Intent and Chaos Qi, terrifying beyond compare.

Dijiang's slash also destroyed the Sword Qi, while forming endless demon qi and scorching heat.

With a BOOM, the Primordial World shook, and mountains and rivers collapsed.

Wave after wave of aftermath shattered the stars.

The remaining aura of slaughter swept across the battlefield, destroying this place.

That thunderous collision was like a signal for war.

At that moment, every demon and every member of the Wu Tribe charged forth.