The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Devils Great Formation! Pangu-

"We can't drag this out any longer!" Watching the two Ancestral Witches losing ground steadily on the battlefield against Nüwa and Fuxi, Dijiang sent a message directly to all the Ancestral Witches with a thought.

"Go!"

Rushou, Ancestral Witch of Metal, gave a low shout. Together with Qiangliang, Ancestral Witch of Lightning, he abandoned the fight with Nüwa and turned to leave.

Their Ancestral Witch true bodies, hundreds of thousands of zhang tall, raced across the Primordial World. The earth shook and the mountains trembled, and they were no slower than the divine beings flying through the air.

"Don't run! Die!"

Killing intent still churned in Nüwa's eyes. With the twin Sha of good and evil inside her, she pursued them without hesitation.

She hurled the Red Embroidered Ball at the two Ancestral Witches again and again, trying to halt their advance.

After all, the combined fighting ability of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was famous throughout the Primordial World. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered in one place,

Even though four of the Demon Race's six great Quasi-Sages had severed two corpses, they could not possibly kill any one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches once they were gathered together.

When it came to offensive combat, however, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who had yet to fully integrate the Great Dao into their Ancestral Witch true bodies, might have been slightly inferior to these Corpse-Severing Quasi-Sages.

But in terms of physique alone,

Rushou and Qiangliang relied on their Ancestral Witch true bodies to withstand Nüwa's Red Embroidered Ball head-on as they raced away, displaying the full might of their bodies.

Nüwa kept throwing the Red Embroidered Ball, leaving wound after wound on the two Ancestral Witches, but their Ancestral Witch bodies healed them in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Nüwa saw a brilliant great sun appear on the distant horizon.

There were also the Ancestral Witch true bodies of Dijiang, Houtu, and Xuanming, each hundreds of thousands of zhang tall, standing upon the earth.

Not far away, Fuxi was coming after the two giants, Jumang, Ancestral Witch of Wood, and Xizi, Ancestral Witch of Electricity.

Kunpeng was chasing Tian Wu, Ancestral Witch of Wind, and Shebishi, Ancestral Witch of Poison.

Xihe was chasing Gonggong, Ancestral Witch of Water, while Eastern Emperor Taiyi was chasing Zhu Jiuyin, Ancestral Witch of Time, and Zhurong, Ancestral Witch of Fire.

Before anyone realized it, the twelve Ancestral Witches, each hundreds of thousands of zhang tall, had gathered in one place and stood between heaven and earth. Twelve different Great Daos flowed and circled around them, an utterly wondrous sight.

Dijun, Taiyi, Nüwa, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and Xihe, the Demon Race's six great Quasi-Sages, all wore grim expressions as they stared at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, their eyes full of killing intent.

"Kill!"

Dijun gritted his teeth and let out a low roar, attacking with all his strength without hesitation. The Great Sun Principle took form above his head, and countless great suns crashed down on the Twelve Ancestral Witches in succession.

The Chaos Bell in Eastern Emperor Taiyi's hand rang madly. What it sounded was not a noise, but the Great Dao and the Principles. Its boundless might shattered the void and swept toward the Ancestral Witches below.

Fuxi, Nüwa, Kunpeng, and Xihe each used their own methods, unleashing spirit treasures and Divine Abilities to attack the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

But around the Twelve Ancestral Witches, visions corresponding to their Great Daos appeared and crisscrossed one another: spatial rifts, the flow of time, evergreen divine trees, boundless seas...

They formed an incomparably intricate domain that forcibly withstood the full-strength attacks of six Quasi-Sages.

"Haha! Brothers, form the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Devils Great Formation!"

Dijiang laughed and stepped directly in front of the other Ancestral Witches. Behind him, they each took their positions.

"Roar!!!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches roared in unison, Qi and Blood surging through their Ancestral Witch true bodies. Vast black-and-red Sha Qi poured forth in twelve columns like beacon smoke, blotting out the sky and sun.

"Innate Sha Qi!"

Dijun's expression changed drastically. His figure instantly transformed into a streak of rainbow light as he shot backward.

The five great powers Fuxi, Nüwa, Taiyi, Kunpeng, and Xihe did the same, retreating one after another to evade the black-and-red Sha Qi erupting from the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Even the slightest touch of Sha Qi would throw their minds into chaos, damage their spirits, and ruin their cultivation. To immortals and gods, it was a raging flood and a savage beast, something they could never avoid quickly enough.

As for Innate Sha Qi, even a Daluo Golden Immortal touched by a little of it would need a thousand or ten thousand years of arduous cultivation to purge it.

And Innate Sha Qi this dense and pure was something even a Quasi-Sage would never willingly touch.

Within the spreading Innate Sha Qi, the figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were already growing indistinct. Only their corresponding Great Dao Principles continued to surge.

The black-and-red Sha Qi that blotted out the sky and sun and spread across the Primordial World slowly contracted and took shape, condensing into an indistinct giant of immense stature.

"Is that Father God Pangu?"

"Impossible! How could that be Father God Pangu?"

"Fake! It's definitely fake!"

Throughout the Primordial World, the great powers watching this battlefield all looked on in disbelief.

On Mount Kunlun, the Three Purities were so shocked that they sprang to their feet, crying out that it was impossible.

As the Three Purities formed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, the very first moment they saw Pangu's figure in the distance,

The first thought that came to their minds was whether Pangu had left some contingency with the Witch Race and was preparing to return to life.

Then wouldn't they, the Three Purities of Pangu...

Across from the towering giant formed of black-and-red Sha Qi, Dijun's face was deathly pale, his gaze filled with disbelief.

"Pangu-"

Dijun breathed the name of the towering giant before him.

Beside him, Taiyi and the others also looked grim.

Even though the figure formed of black-and-red Sha Qi in the distance was very indistinct, no one would mistake it.

Every Daluo Golden Immortal in the Primordial World had faced Pangu's divine might at the source of the Primordial World upon attaining the Dao. Naturally, they could not fail to recognize that figure.

"No... it can't be Pangu," Taiyi said through gritted teeth.

"This is just a trick by the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Great God Pangu's love knew no bounds; his body became the myriad beings of the Primordial World. If that were truly Great God Pangu, how could he watch the Witch Race slaughter its beings?"

As he spoke, magic power surged through Taiyi's entire body. Driving the Great Dao with all his strength, he slammed it into the Chaos Bell in his hand.

"Dong!"

A peerlessly commanding peal rang out, and the entire world froze in that instant. Unfathomable might erupted from the Chaos Bell in Taiyi's hand.

In the distance, the surging black-and-red Sha Qi immediately faltered.

But before Taiyi could rejoice, strands of a vast will were summoned from the Unseen and poured directly into the black-and-red Sha Qi that had yet to take shape.

"Ha!"

A shout that seemed to contain the will to split heaven and earth burst from "Pangu's" mouth. An incomparably ancient, boundless presence emanated from "Pangu."

With his feet planted on the earth and his head beneath the stars, that towering figure stood between heaven and earth. His vast presence, seemingly from time immemorial, shook the entire Primordial World, like a god and a devil.

It also left the six nearby Demon Race Quasi-Sage great powers-Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Nüwa, Kunpeng, and Xihe-staring at the giant before them in despair.

Whether One-Corpse-Severing Quasi-Sage or Two-Corpse-Severing Quasi-Sage, it meant nothing before this towering giant.

"How is this possible..."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi stared at the "Pangu" before him, his face pale. He wanted to strike back, but the hand gripping the Chaos Bell would not move.

He could not believe it. He too had faced Pangu directly when he was a Daluo. That had been the true Great God Pangu, who split heaven and earth.

Even then, he had not been this terrified.

"Ha!"

The enormous figure of Pangu roared, two violent beams of rainbow light shooting from his eyes as his fist, like a primordial star, clenched tight.

Space shattered in his palm, and ripples spread through the surrounding void. Then the enormous fist smashed down at the Demon Race's six great Quasi-Sages.

The punch contained limitless might and carried the will to destroy everything.

Wherever the fist passed, all things tangible and intangible were destroyed, and the surrounding void was already densely covered in cracks.

Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Nüwa, Kunpeng, and Xihe could only watch with pale faces as the fist, like a primordial star, descended from the heavens.

They wanted to struggle and resist, but the magic power throughout their bodies seemed to have congealed. They could not even bring their spirit treasures before them to block it, and could only watch in helpless despair as the fist drew closer and closer.