The war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan lasted far longer than ordinary Rogue Cultivators had expected.
Neither side brought out its true trump cards at the start.
Di Jun and Grand Unity were testing how much the Ancestral Witches had grown over the years.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were likewise gauging how far the Myriad Demon Fortune had raised the two brothers since the Demon Court's founding.
The strongest fighters held one another in check.
It was the armies below that suffered the heaviest losses.
The Demon Clan had vast numbers.
Its battle formations were intricate.
The Witch Clan had formidable bodies.
In close combat, its warriors were especially ferocious.
With every clash, divine abilities exploded across great swathes of the battlefield. Mountains, rivers, and valleys were battered beyond recognition.
The cultivators watching from afar had been excited at first.
Gradually, their expressions turned grave.
This was no longer a duel between a handful of Great Luo cultivators.
If it truly spun out of control,
vast stretches of the Great Wilderness would be affected.
An old Great Luo watched the mountain ranges around Mount Buzhou crumble and said slowly, "Neither side has gone all out, yet the destruction is already this great. If they ever fight to the death..."
The Daoist beside him looked grim too.
"Then stay farther away."
"With a cultivation level too low, you could lose your life just watching a battle like this."
Another onlooker turned toward Luxuan and his disciples.
The Primordial Unity Domain still covered only a small area.
However violent the shockwaves outside became, they parted naturally around it, like river water flowing past a reef.
The Three Cloud Sisters and Zhao Gongming had barely moved from beginning to end.
They looked remarkably at ease.
Envy crept into the onlooker's