At Taiyi's command, countless trillions of the Demon Race turned their weapons around and went to war against the Witch Clan.
"Damn it, damn it!"
"Our Demon Race's grand plan was ruined by Gu Changqing alone!"
Di Jun flew into a towering rage, his expression ugly.
Though Taiyi had spoken with overwhelming confidence, declaring that none of the Witch Clan would leave alive,
Di Jun knew that the outlook for the Demon Race in this battle was grim.
First, the Witch-Slaying Sword had yet to take shape.
Once they clashed, the Witch Clan would rely on their unmatched physical bodies, every punch striking flesh, and the Demon Race would struggle to withstand them.
Second, far too many of the Demon Race had already fallen at Gu Changqing's hands, including quite a few primordial unity golden immortals and even daluo golden immortals.
Now, being forced into a hurried battle against the Witch Clan only piled frost atop the snow.
But regardless, the entire East Sea Shore had already become a battlefield for the Witch and Demon Clans.
Countless trillions of demons and millions of witches charged into battle.
For a time, Divine Arts erupted without end, while Spirit Treasures and lethal weapons filled the battlefield.
In the end, Di Jun could only stamp his foot in fury, ride a streak of rainbow light, and charge into the fray himself.
Di Jun, Taiyi, and the Ten Demon Saints joined forces to battle the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Below them, the daluo golden immortal Great Demons clashed with the eight Great Witches.
King against king!
General against general!
Soldier against soldier!
The battle's momentum surged to the heavens and shook the universe.
All who watched felt their scalps prickle and a chill run through their bodies.
"Retreat at once. This is no longer a