The terrifying power even made the Primordial Continent Plate tremble violently.
The remaining Ancestral Witches roared again and again.
They had already sacrificed far too many brothers.
With the Chaos Bell braced before him, Eastern Emperor Taiyi had not been taken down with Zhurong.
But his golden armor was already shattered, and his body beneath it was riddled with wounds.
Golden blood streamed from the corners of his mouth, utterly beyond his control.
"Second brother." Di Jun's heart filled with grief. He knew his second brother probably had no hope of ever recovering.
"Hahaha! Since it's come to this, let's all go together!"
Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Rain, and Shebishi, the Ancestral Witch of Weather.
One after another, the Ancestral Witches began unleashing the last of their power.
Explosions erupted without end. Even the Chaos Bell could no longer protect Taiyi.
Clang!
The instant the Chaos Bell was blasted away, Eastern Emperor Taiyi of the Demon Race, hailed as the undefeated god of war, was finally reduced to ashes.
Di Jun looked utterly crazed.
"Die!"
"All of you, die!"
Di Jun, an existence at the quasi-saint peak, actually detonated himself at that moment.
Whether they belonged to the Witch Clan or the Demon Race, when that blinding light began to shine,
as a small sun rose, they all witnessed death descending.
And when the dust finally settled, neither the Witch Clan nor the Demon Race had the strength to fight anymore.
Both celestial emperors of the Demon Race had fallen, and Demon Empress Xihe had fallen as well.
On the Witch Clan's side, the Great Shamans had been almost completely wiped out, and fewer than one in ten thousand Witch Clan warriors remained.
Even among the Ancestral Witches, only the battered Gonggong remained.
"Hehehe... all dead!"
A low, cold