The Final War of the Witches and Demons (II)

The conflict between the lich and lich races did not last long.

After discovering that the power of the Twelve Heavenly Great Formation of the Witch Race had not diminished in the slightest, and that it showed no signs of collapse even after a day and a night of fierce fighting.

The Demon Race then withdrew on their own initiative.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches showed no intention of pressing their advantage.

After tens of thousands of dollars worth of Lich Wars, both sides were already aware that, without any major changes, this situation was likely to become unsustainable.

If the war continues, both sides will only suffer heavy losses.

Just like the three races of the previous era.

The only fate of the three powerful overlords after they fought to the point of madness against equally matched opponents.

It means everything has fallen apart.

As for what constitutes a major change...

Just as Houtu became a saint, the Witch Race gained another Sage.

Furthermore, the Witch Race lost one of its Ancestral Witch.

Both of these are major changes.

However... this time, the changes within the Witch Race were both positive and negative, so the stalemate between the Witch and Demon Clan could only continue.

In the Primordial World, one era, or one Immeasurable Tribulation, contains fifty thousand yuan.

At this time, in the Primordial World, whether it was the Heavenly Emperor Calendar of the Demon Race or the Ancestral Witch Calendar of the Witch Race, it was all over 38,000 years.

There are still 12,000 cycles of time left until the end of this Immeasurable Tribulation.

This was not only the belief of the Lich and Demon races, but also held by many powerful beings in the Primordial World.

It was assumed that the stalemate between the Lich and Demon races would last at least another twelve thousand years.

But...

If Immeasurable Tribulation could be perceived and predicted by cultivators, then it wouldn't be Immeasurable Tribulation!

In the Primordial World, without being noticed by any powerful beings, an aura of Immeasurable Tribulation gradually spread.

"Ah... ah... ah..."

Several tender chirps echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

In the sky, a giant fireball scorched the entire earth, the scorching flames turning the air into rolling heat waves that made it hard to breathe.

The once surging river, scorched by the flames, turned into countless droplets of water vapor that drifted and sprinkled towards the sky.

But as it got closer to the sky, the temperature gradually rose, and eventually the endless water vapor disappeared completely.

The dried-up riverbed, the cracked earth, and the Primordial World land—countless plants began to wither away.

Even some Spirit Plant and herbs were beginning to turn yellowish-brown.

"Haha, the Primordial World was so much fun, you could fly around freely."

"Exactly! I don't know why Father and Mother make us stay on the Fusang Tree all day long. I'm so bored!"

"That's right. Even our uncle, who dotes on us so much, won't let us out. I don't know what they're thinking."

Within the ten enormous fireballs were ten still-immature Three-Legged Golden Crow.

Judging from their appearance, one can guess that these ten Golden Crow are the children of the Three-Legged Golden Crow Dijun and the sun goddess Xihe.

The ten princes of the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race.

In the Primordial World, only Xihe, the Sun God, could give birth to such a domineering bloodline as the Three-Legged Golden Crow, comparable to a miniature sun.

Moreover, as Three-Legged Golden Crow, it is not like Dijun or Taiyi, who were directly conceived by the Sun Star and were born as Innate Divine Beings of the Daluo.

But they were also born strong.

Not only was he born with the Great Sun True Flame Divine Ability, which many Daluo Immortals would avoid at all costs.

Even the speed at which his cultivation level increased was extremely terrifying.

Without the Demon Race providing any heavenly materials and earthly treasures, he rapidly advanced to the Golden Immortal realm.

Even the Great Sun Principle is like breathing to these Golden Crow; they improve upon it every day.

This makes it difficult for these Golden Crow to control the Great Sun True Flame surrounding them.

In the Heavenly Realm, without Dijun, Taiyi, or Xihe by one's side, danger can easily arise.

Therefore, Dijun and Taiyi placed them on the Fusang Tree in Tang Valley, instructing them to master the Great Sun True Fire before they could go out to play.

However, what Dijun and Taiyi did not expect was that these ten little Golden Crow would break through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal in less than a hundred years on the Fusang Tree.

With the combined power of the ten Golden Crow, the Great Sun True Flame approached the Peak Daluo. Over the years, it even managed to burn through the restrictions he had casually left behind.

He ran away from Tang Valley.

They flew all the way to the Primordial World land.

The ten little Golden Crow at the Taiyi Realm joined forces and had few rivals along the way, while some powerful beings were able to capture them.

Upon seeing the Three-Legged Golden Crow, they immediately recognized its identity, so none of the powerful figures made a move.

They were merely protecting their own little corner of the world.

Unbeknownst to them, the ten little Golden Crow had flown to the territory of the Witch Race.

"Damn crows!"

On the Primordial World land, many Witch Race looked at the sight of ten suns hanging in the sky above, their faces extremely grim.

Tens of thousands of yuan will come down.

An unspoken rule had long been established between the demon and witch races: the demons ruled the heavens and the witches governed the land.

But today, ten Golden Crow have ravaged the Primordial World land.

Each member of the Witch Race glared fiercely at the ten Golden Crow in the sky, but none of Witch Race dared to step forward.

The True Sun Flame were simply too domineering; these ordinary Witch Race had no way to get close.

Even though the Witch Race is powerful, the Great Witch Race who could withstand the flames and seize the Golden Crow are not found everywhere.

"Are they the greatest enemies of our Demon Race?"

They all look so weak!

The ten little Golden Crow looked down at the Witch Race below, a hint of interest in their eyes.

They had heard plenty of news about the Witch Race on a regular basis, and the Demon Race around them all spoke of the Witch Race with gritted teeth.

Sudden.

As soon as the little Golden Crow opened its mouth, a fireball formed from the True Sun Flame landed directly in the Witch Race's territory.

"Boom!"

It was accompanied by a deafening roar.

In an instant, the True Sun Flame engulfed the entire Witch Race, and the tribe's houses and the weak Witch Race were immediately burned to ashes in the explosion.

A small number of powerful Witch Race were ignited by the True Sun Flame and died quickly with screams.

"Gah gah, so weak! So weak!"

The Golden Crow that spat out the fireball laughed excitedly.

"Brothers, let's kill all these Witch Race and show Father and Uncle what we're capable of!"

"Good!"

"I want to come too!"

Each of the Golden Crow excitedly shouted that they wanted to join.

Clusters of fireballs formed from the True Sun Flame hurtled towards the Primordial World land below, like a meteor shower.

In the blink of an eye, a massive Witch Race was engulfed in flames, and tens of thousands of Witch Race perished in the golden fire.

"Hehe, that's interesting, so interesting!"

"There's another Witch Race over there, let's go kill them!"

Seeing the vast sea of fire formed by the True Sun Fire, the little Golden Crow cried out excitedly and flew away into the distance.

"Kill them!"

"Damn the Witch Race, die!"

"Burn... burn... they all deserve to die!"

Ten little Golden Crow excitedly squeaked in the sky, and clusters of True Sun Flame transformed into fiery meteors.

It crashed down on the Witch Race below, turning the earth into a sea of fire, and countless Witch Race perished within it.

"Damn crow--"

Upon hearing the news, Kuafu over and saw the tragic scene before the Witch Race in the distance. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared angrily at the ten Golden Crow preparing to leave in the distant sky.

The Great Witch True Body, tens of thousands of feet tall, was instantly revealed, and the peach wood staff in his hand was smashed directly towards a Golden Crow that was happily spitting fireballs.

"Ah--"

The Golden Crow, struck by the blow, let out a miserable cry. Its bones and muscles were shattered by the blow, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and it was on the verge of death.

"Little Eight, Little Eight..."

The Golden Crow around them cried out in alarm.

Damn it!

"He is the Great Witch of the Witch Race."

"Let's join forces and burn him to death!"

Although they were born with great strength, how could these ten young Golden Crow possibly be a match for Kuafu, who had been through countless battles and even participated in several wars between the Lich King and the Demon King?

After only a few rounds, all ten Golden Crow were injured by Kuafu.

Flying in mid-air, they were covered in wounds, struggling to maintain their shape.

If Kuafu hadn't been determined to capture them alive, these ten Golden Crow would probably all be dead by now.

However, at that moment, a chilling long arrow suddenly slashed past Kuafu's side and struck a Golden Crow in mid-air.

The Golden Crow that was shot immediately let out a miserable cry, its life force completely gone, and it fell directly from mid-air.

"This... Hou Yi!"

Kuafu's expression changed, and he quickly turned around.

Sure enough, in the distance, a Great Witch, also tens of thousands of feet tall, was holding a huge war bow, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Just as Kuafu turned around, five more arrows shot out in succession.

Five more screams echoed across the sky, and the five little Golden Crow perished instantly.

Seeing Hou Yi drawing his bow and shooting down the sun, Kuafu wanted to speak up and dissuade him, for these ten Golden Crow were princes of the Demon Race.

There is no doubt that killing him would enrage Dijun, Taiyi, Xihe, and even the entire Demon Race.

At that time, the Lich and Demon races will likely go to war, a war that will last until the death.

But... the words were on the tip of his tongue, and Kuafu couldn't utter a single one.

He certainly knew why Hou Yi was so angry, even to the point of seeming to have lost his mind.

The Witch Race destroyed by that Golden Crow was Hou Yi's tribe.

Not only were Hou Yi's friends and clansmen among them, but even Hou Yi's wife and children were also present.

In the instant Kuafu, four more chilling arrows transformed into streaks of light, shooting towards the four living Golden Crow in the sky.

"Stop right there!"

A furious roar resounded, and an incomparably terrifying pressure descended from the sky, with a violent murderous intent enveloping billions of miles of heaven and earth.

In the void, Dijun, who had already manifested his true form, flew towards this place at an alarming speed.

But...

As the most outstanding archer of the Witch Race and even the entire Primordial World, Hou Yi's arrows would naturally not be stopped by such mere pressure.

It couldn't even change its direction.

Three consecutive, chilling arrows pierced through the three Golden Crow, with only the last Golden Crow being saved by the arriving Dijun.

"Father... Father, brothers..." The last little Golden Crow looked at Dijun in front of it and burst into tears.

"Damn it, damn it--"

Before the corpses of the nine Golden Crow had even hit the ground, Dijun, seeing the horrific scene before him, instantly turned bloodshot, his malevolent gaze fixed intently on Hou Yi.

Endless flames poured out like a torrent, while a blazing sun shone brightly in the sky.

Even the void itself was burned into nothingness.

"Go to hell--"