The endless bloodlight soared into the heavens from Pangu Hall, yet did not become an earth-shattering attack.
Instead, like the most dazzling fireworks, after blooming to their utmost brilliance, it turned into torrents of crimson that poured back into the Eleven Ancestral Witches.
Boom!
Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong...
At that moment, the auras of those eleven towering Demon God phantoms surged once again!
They burned the last of their Pangu essence blood!
As Pangu's descendants, this was their most fundamental power-and their proudest!
"Fight!!!"
Dijiang threw back his head and roared in fury, his voice shaking the universe.
The space laws surrounding him were no longer boiling, but... burning!
Using his own physical body as the formation's core, he forcibly wove pitch-black spatial rifts into a vast net spanning the sky, attempting to catch the cascading torrent of Chaos within it!
"Kill!"
At that moment, Zhurong and Gonggong, those bitter rivals, worked together with unprecedented harmony.
Water and fire no longer opposed each other. Under their wills, they were forcibly twisted and fused into the most primal, most savage power of annihilation, surging up through the ninefold heavens!
The other Ancestral Witches likewise unleashed their last-resort divine abilities, staking their lives on them!
At that moment, these eleven beings who had never revered heaven or bowed to earth proclaimed their will to the entire Primordial World through their actions.
If heaven would have me perish, then I would... defy heaven!
As countless trillions of beings sinking into despair witnessed this scene, their long-cold hearts blazed with heat once more.
The Ancestral Witches!
Could this race, which feared neither heaven nor earth, create another miracle today?
And yet.
High above the Nine Heavens, that indifferent figure, Hongjun, had not the slightest interest in giving them another glance.
He simply existed