The Twelve Ancestral Witches frowned.
"Everyone, fall back."
"Stone Spirit, what exactly are you doing?"
Wang Shi stared fixedly at them.
"I told you to stop fighting. Whether you belong to the Witch Clan or the Demon Tribe, if anyone dares to fight again, I will kill them."
"The Saints are unwilling to act, but I won't hold back. At worst, I'll slaughter every last one of you leaders and choose a new batch of Demon Tribe leaders to take your places."
"You can question my strength. Just put your lives on the line to test it."
His words sent everyone into an uproar. They finally understood that Stone Spirit had not come to help either side. He had come to stop the war.
Just then, the Twelve Ancestral Witches finished setting up the Dutian Divine Fiends Formation.
Dijiang's expression shifted uncertainly. This was the best opportunity to eliminate the Demon Emperor. If they missed it, who knew what other complications might crop up?
He exchanged a meaningful glance with his brothers and sisters. Clearly, he had no intention of listening to Wang Shi.
As long as they eliminated the Demon Tribe's leaders, the entire tribe would be paralyzed, and they could rise seamlessly to power and fight their way to the top.
Just then, another streak of axe light cleaved through space.
What they saw next filled them with terror.
The All-Heavens Divine Fiend Formation, hailed as the greatest formation in the Primordial World.
The Pangu Phantom it had formed.
Under that single axe strike, it was utterly annihilated.
Before the Twelve Ancestral Witches could react, the backlash struck them, and they collapsed one after another.
They had not died, but the backlash had severely damaged the fundamental essence of their bodies.
Now, even if the Demon Tribe did