On the outskirts of Mount Buzhou.
Heaven and earth had been utterly claimed by two opposing forces.
On one side, demonic energy surged into the sky.
Hundreds of millions of Demon Clan members converged from the Thirty-Three Heavens and across the Great Wilderness. Demon Clouds blotted out the sun and moon, while enormous War Banners spread across the sky. The power of Demon Arts—wind and thunder, water and fire, stars, mountains, and rivers—joined into a vast torrent.
On the other side.
The Witch Clan army advanced across the Great Wilderness Land.
They had none of the Demon Court's splendid, orderly Heavenly Palace Warships.
The Witch Warriors charged on foot, relying only on their bodies.
With every step.
The earth rumbled beneath them.
As the vital energy of tens of millions of Witch Clan warriors gathered, the entire outskirts of Mount Buzhou seemed to glow beneath a crimson haze.
When news spread throughout the Great Wilderness.
In the Three Immortals World.
Luxuan sat beneath the Enlightenment Ancient Tree.
He had no intention of joining the battle.
But a war on this scale was worth watching.
Especially for the Three Cloud Sisters, who had only recently attained Great Luo.
A clash between the Great Wilderness's mightiest experts.
Was itself an exceptionally rare chance to learn.
Luxuan looked at his disciples.
"Want to go see?"
Bixiao was the first to look up.
"Of course!"
Yunxiao nodded as well.
What interested her most were the two armies' massive formations.
Since the Demon Court's founding.
Countless Demon Clan members had begun forming a truly unified battle array.
The Witch Clan had little talent for formations, but the Twelve Ancestral Witches commanded twelve great tribes, whose vital energies seemed to share a mysterious connection.
A sight like this.
Was impossible to see on an ordinary day.