With a turn of his thoughts, the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation emerged, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared one after another. The moment Dijiang, Zhurong, and the others saw Zhunti's doppelgängers, they grew ten thousand zhang tall, opened their enormous mouths, and swallowed them straight into their bellies.
Houtu and Xuanming were women and would never imitate the other Ancestral Witches' crude behavior. Each took up a magic artifact and hacked at the Bodhi Trees. Zhunti, perched among the branches, still wanted to resist, but within the formation, its powers naturally countered his. How could he wield his abilities?
He could only flee for his life.
Soon, of the Bodhi Trees that had covered ten thousand li, only one remained: the Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree where Zhunti's true body resided.
Dijiang had just devoured the last Zhunti doppelgänger. His bloodlust surged, clouding his mind. How could he care whether this was the true body or another doppelgänger? Spreading the wings on his back, he flew toward the Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree.
Aware of his approach, Zhunti remained unruffled. Standing before the tree, he took out a fly-whisk and struck at Dijiang's head. Behind him, the Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree shone with seven-colored radiance, illuminating him in solemn majesty, as though he were still the Saint he had once been.
As the fly-whisk struck, Dijiang recognized its might. After all, they were merely manifestations of the grand formation, not beings possessing their former strength. He shifted his head aside, intending to take Zhunti's blow head-on with his shoulder.
With a thunderous bang, Dijiang collided with the fly-whisk-and was sent flying backward.
Seeing this, Zhurong rose to help. Forming hand seals with both hands, he spat out a great blaze, intending to burn the Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree to ashes before capturing Zhunti.
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