Five-Yang True Person detonated himself. Though the self-detonation of a quasi-saint could not compare to the terror of the Eastern Prince blowing himself up along with ten thousand immortals, it still killed several thousand of the fewer than ten thousand Witch Clan survivors on Myriad Witch Mountain.
Even the demons who failed to dodge in time suffered devastating casualties. Countless demon cultivators were annihilated in body and soul, leaving a terrifying, thousand-mile-long swath of emptiness across Myriad Witch Mountain.
"Eldest brother!"
Goumang looked horrified and hurriedly raced toward the center of the explosion.
But just then, a huge hand descended abruptly from the sky and slapped him back.
"What is there to worry about? It was merely a greater demon detonating himself."
Dijiang's voice rang out again. Aside from a few faint marks, his million-zhang ancestral witch true form bore not a single wound.
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
Dijiang sounded warm when speaking to Goumang, but when his gaze turned toward the Witch Clan members present, unprecedented killing intent flooded his eyes.
With a single step, he appeared amid the demon army.
They had seen that even Five-Yang True Person's self-detonation could not inflict the slightest injury on Dijiang.
The demons present resolved to die. Their eyes turned blood-red as they revealed their original forms, flew toward the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and detonated themselves.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Blood-colored fireworks blossomed above Myriad Witch Mountain, dazzling beyond measure. Torrents of bloody rain spilled from the sky, converging into rivers of blood that drenched the ravaged earth.
There was no retreat, no fear.
It was hard to imagine that the Demon Race, always unruly, defiant, and mired in endless infighting, could end this hunt in such a devastating fashion when faced with the slaughter unleashed by the Twelve Ancestral