"Zhurong!"
The other Ancestral Witches flew into a rage as they watched Zhurong beheaded with a single slash.
"Di Jun! You deserve to die!"
Zhurong's death was something none of the Witch Clan had anticipated.
Unlike the furious Witch Clan, Di Jun was extraordinarily excited.
"Hahaha! The Witch-Slaying Sword! Good! Wonderful! Today, I'll slaughter every last one of you witches!"
At that moment, Di Jun seemed to have descended into madness.
Perhaps the resentment within the sword had affected him.
After all, this weapon had been condensed from living souls-hundreds of millions of them. Even with Solar True Fire protecting him, Di Jun could not escape its backlash.
But no one could spare a thought for that now.
With the death of the Ancestral Witch Zhurong, the Twelve Divine Fiends Formation collapsed completely.
Likewise, having descended into madness, Di Jun could no longer control the Zhou Tian Starry Battle Array.
Seeing this, the Eastern Emperor was just thinking of taking control of the Zhou Tian Starry Battle Array himself.
Although their lower ranks had suffered devastating losses in this battle, the Demon Tribe's leadership had suffered little harm.
All things considered, that was a fairly good outcome.
Yet at that moment, Kunpeng, who had remained hidden within the Zhou Tian Starry Battle Array, suddenly moved.
Taking advantage of Di Jun's madness, Kunpeng abruptly struck.
His palm slammed into Di Jun's back. Di Jun felt a metallic sweetness rise in his throat and violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
Kunpeng's sudden attack caught everyone off guard.
But Kunpeng's assault on Di Jun was not over yet.
As one of the Demon Tribe's leaders, Kunpeng could easily reach both the Zhou Tian Star Chart at the array's center and the River Diagram and Luo Book sustaining it.
Since he had already