"Di Jun, our Witch Clan will be the true rulers of heaven and earth in the end."
The other Ancestral Witches roared with laughter, all believing that once the Celestial Star Dou Formation was broken, the Witch Clan could defeat the Demon Race completely.
In Lin Tian's eyes, even breaking the Celestial Star Dou Formation would not necessarily mean they could defeat the Demon Race. No one knew what unforeseen changes might arise.
"Heh, so what if the Celestial Star Dou Formation is broken? The Witch Clan dreams of ruling heaven and earth? What foolish wishful thinking."
Di Jun snorted coldly. Even without the Celestial Star Dou Formation, he still had three hundred and sixty-five Demon Gods, each with strength at the Great Encompassing Golden Immortal realm or above.
Moreover, Di Jun carried the Witch-Slaying Sword, forged from the souls of the Human Race. It could pierce the Witch Clan's true forms and was another of his trump cards. That was why he spoke with such confidence.
"Hmph!"
Lin Tian gave a heavy, cold snort, preparing to break the Celestial Star Dou Formation and then slaughter the Demon Race.
A giant axe tore through the air. The enormous arm of the Pangu True Body lifted slightly and swung it, stirring rolling thunder and lightning. Vast baleful energy spread in an instant, clinging to the axe and radiating an ancient, boundless aura.
Swung by the Pangu True Body, the giant axe crossed space and shattered the firmament, crashing toward the Celestial Star Dou Formation once more.
Di Jun watched expressionlessly. He knew that no matter how he patched it, the Celestial Star Dou Formation would still be broken. Better to control the formation's remaining power and block some of the Pangu True Body's might, keeping it from reaching the Demon Gods.