"Dijun, how dare you!" Having steadied herself, Houtu saw what was happening and grew frantic. She immediately sent out the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk again, turning it into six enormous black holes that shielded the front of the Witch Race army. At the same time, she formed hand seals, pouring out her magic power without pause.
"What wouldn't I dare? Suppress them!" Dijun shouted, his face twisted with savagery. Starlight flooded the sky, scouring the black holes and forcing them steadily backward.
"Zhurong, you brat, get back here!" With Houtu's intervention, the pressure eased sharply, and far fewer warriors in the Witch Race army were struck by starlight. But their numbers were simply too vast. Every moment, scattered rays still hit many of their sons, killing them on the spot and sending them falling to the ground. The sight enraged Dijiang, and he shouted at Zhurong, who had charged ahead of the army to lead the assault.
Hearing him, Zhurong swung his arm again, conjuring a flaming spear and thrusting it hard at Kunpeng.
Unfortunately, Kunpeng was too fast. He flashed aside in an instant, then beat his wings, turning countless feathers into sharp divine rays that shot toward Zhurong.
Bang! Bang! Bang... A string of impacts rang out, powerful enough to pierce metal and shatter stone. Zhurong remained completely unscathed.
Kunpeng's Feather-Killing Art was formidable, but it still could not break through Zhurong's Ancestral Witch true form. The two remained deadlocked.
Damn it! Watching from afar, Dijiang seethed. He wished he could travel back into the past and beat that bastard Zhurong senseless. That's what you get for running so fast! That's what you get for playing the hero! You've brought disaster down on our Witch Race!
Hum... Dijiang gritted his teeth. With Houtu helping them now, he