The Final Battle of the Witches and Demons (3)

"Boom!"

Nine out of ten sons have perished, yet Dijun remains furious.

With all their might...

It was as if a new sun had appeared in the sky above the Primordial World.

The blazing sun erupted with a deafening roar, setting trees, the earth, and even the void itself ablaze with golden True Sun Fire.

The golden True Sun Fire was burning everything.

"Ah--"

Kuafu roared, the power of the earth surging into his body, and he swung his peach wood staff with all his might, smashing it fiercely towards Dijun in the sky.

However...

Dijun didn't even glance at Kuafu; his eyes, filled with rage and destruction, were fixed on Hou Yi.

The peachwood staff that was swung at him was caught in the blazing sun and ignited halfway through its flight, quickly turning to ashes.

"How is this possible... the difference can't be this big." Kuafu thought in disbelief.

Over the years, he and other Ancestral Witch have been setting up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Devils Great Formation and Demon Race.

But at this moment, he actually felt that this Dijun was even more terrifying than when he used the power of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation.

You deserve to die!

Dijun gazed down at Hou Yi, his eyes burning with hatred and rage that even the vast ocean of the Primordial World could not extinguish.

But it was precisely in times like these that Dijun became most clear-headed.

When he sensed from the Heavenly Court that the Golden Crow connected to him by blood had perished, his rapidly approaching figure showed no sign of restraint.

Furthermore, the place he came from was originally the territory of the Witch Race.

He could even sense the spatial fluctuations caused by Dijiang, who was rushing towards them from afar.

One strike.

He had at most one chance to strike Hou Yi.

Unlike the Golden Crow with the cultivation level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, they are essentially comparable to the Daluo Great Witch, especially Hou Yi, who is the most powerful Great Witch of the Witch Race, whose vitality is extremely strong.

Even Quasi-Sage cannot be easily erased.

But...

You must die today!

Dijun's voice, as if it were that of a demon, rang out, and the Golden Crow essence within his body was already burning fiercely.

That magnificent sun hung across the Primordial World, like a true supreme sun!

The terrifying True Sun Fire burned fiercely.

The golden True Sun Flame radiated terrifying power, as if the entire Primordial World was ignited by these flames.

Even from a great distance, the power of the True Sun Fire had already ignited Hou Yi's Great Witch True Body.

Hou Yi felt the excruciating pain of being burned by the True Sun Fire, and his expression was extremely ferocious.

He was not suffering from the True Sun Fire, but rather from thinking of his people, his wife, and his children who had also died under its True Sun Fire.

"Dijun-- "

Hou Yi gazed at Dijun, who was protecting the Golden Crow in the sky. The hatred in Hou Yi's eyes was no less than Dijun's, and perhaps even...

It was far more intense than what Dijun had done, because at this moment, he had completely lost his mind.

Hou Yi poured all his power into the warbow in his hand, whether it was the Great Witch True Body or the innate Great Dao of the Witch Race.

At this moment, Hou Yi's gaze was fixed on the last little Golden Crow.

He poured everything within himself into the longbow and arrows in his hands: his Law Power, his Great Witch True Body, his rage, his hatred, his very life...

"Whoosh."

The strings sound.

The arrow flies.

The arrow was like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to stand still, with only this arrow gleaming with an incomparably dazzling light.

The arrow is fired.

That is, in the middle.

Dijun stared blankly at the long arrow stuck in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

What he is doing is...

He's been hit by an arrow!

That's not all.

A trickle of golden blood silently flowed down from the corner of Dijun's mouth.

He.

He's injured!

Looking at the dark gap left by the arrow as it pierced through the void, how dazzling that point of black light was amidst the blazing golden sun.

"Hou Yi Yi--"

On the Primordial World land still ablaze with golden flames, Kuafu let out a mournful roar and charged toward Hou Yi.

Far away...

Hou Yi, who shot an incomparably brilliant and stunning Hou Yi.

Those piercing eyes still held a deep sense of resentment as they stared intently at the arrow that had pierced through Dijun in mid-air, now less than an inch from the Golden Crow after he stood up.

Slowly turning into ashes and disappearing into the world.

The immense spatial Ancestral Witch True Body suddenly tore through countless spaces, and Dijiang flew out from the void.

Gazing down at Hou Yi, who was slowly turning into ashes, Dijiang felt a surge of rage.

Hou Yi was the most promising junior in his tribe, Great Witch at the peak of his cultivation, just a hair's breadth away from breaking through to the Quasi-Sage Realm.

But today he actually died at the hands of Dijun.

"Dijun, you're asking for death..."

Dijiang roared and immediately unleashed a powerful punch from the Great Dao of Space, unleashing the terrifying power of the Ancestral Witch True Body.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way--"

Dijun roared furiously in his heart, wanting to escape with his last son, but... he couldn't move at all.

The Great Witch Hou Yi had just burned everything he possessed, and the arrow he fired severely wounded him.

Although it was not a particularly serious injury.

However, the long arrow contained an extremely troublesome power, like a leech, preventing the healing of his injury.

Thump!

With a tolling of a bell, a bell pierced through the void in front of Dijun and flew out, directly blocking Dijiang's Great Dao of Space fist.

"Big brother, are you alright?" Taiyi stepped out of the void, warily eyeing Dijiang ahead, and glanced at the long arrow in Dijun's chest before asking in a low voice.

"No problem!"

Dijun shook his head slightly, circulating his Law Power, and the flames of the sun rose in his hand, which he placed on the long arrow in his heart.

"Whoosh~"

The long arrow, which embodied everything Hou Yi, was ignited and slowly turned into ashes and dissipated.

Meanwhile, Dijun's chest injury was healing rapidly.

Suspended in mid-air, Dijun flew forward and stood side by side with Taiyi, his terrifying Law Power radiating out without restraint.

Upon seeing Dijun and Taiyi in front of him, Dijiang's eyes suddenly narrowed.

If it were just Dijun alone, he could still put up a fight, but with Taiyi added, then...

Moreover, among the Demon Race, there is also the Primordial World Rapid Demon Master Kunpeng, who could arrive at any moment.

In contrast, for the rest Ancestral Witch the Witch Race, apart from him, it would take them some time to get here.

Dijiang snorted coldly, and with a flash of his wings, he teleported directly to Kuafu's side, picking up Kuafu and Hou Yi's longbow that had fallen to the ground.

Then it flashed and disappeared.

After Dijiang went far away.

Despite his stubbornness, Dijun spat out a mouthful of golden blood.

"Father!" The last little Golden Crow, having recovered from the brink of death, looked at Dijun and let out a mournful cry.

"Big brother!" Taiyi wanted to step forward and help Dijun.

But Dijun raised his hand to stop him, looking up at the direction Dijiang had left, his eyes filled with a violent killing intent.

Just now, if Taiyi hadn't arrived in time, he might have really perished on the spot.

How long has it been? How long has it been since he's been this disheveled!

He remembered the last time he almost died was tens of thousands of yuan before the meeting, when he was ambushed by the Eastern King Duke in the East Sea.

As for the Eastern King Duke, he had been found by his Demon Race tens of thousands of years before the Yuanhui gathering and sent to the Guixu. None of the hundreds of millions of scattered immortals in the East Sea survived.

Dijun stared intently at Dijiang's departing figure, gritting his teeth as he said, "Return to Heavenly Court, muster the troops, and slaughter the entire Witch Race!"

"Kuafu, what exactly happened? Why did Dijun appear in Hou Yi's tribe? And how did you confront Dijun?"

In the void, Dijiang, carrying Kuafu at breakneck speed, asked.

"It was the son of Dijun. Ten Golden Crow suddenly appeared in Hou Yi's territory and destroyed Hou Yi's tribe. Hou Yi's wife and children all perished..."

Kuafu's eyes were brimming with tears.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't gone hunting with Hou Yi today, and Hou Yi had been in his tribe, this wouldn't have happened."

"Damn Demon Race!"

Upon hearing Kuafu's words, a cold glint flashed in Dijiang's eyes.

He knew about Hou Yi's wife.

He is Human Race with the strength of Golden Immortal.

That's right, it's the Human Race!

Billions of years have passed since Nüwa created humans, and Human Race who came from the ancestral land of Human Race have long since multiplied in the Primordial World.

Living on the Primordial World land, the Human Race inevitably came into contact with the Witch Race.

Out of respect for the Sage Nüwa, the Witch Race showed some leniency towards the Human Race, and did not treat the Human Race in the same way they treated the Demon Race and the myriad races of the Primordial World.

Moreover, the Human Race with Innate Dao Body and humanoid forms feel very familiar to the Witch Race, who also maintain their Innate Dao Body in daily life.

Hou Yi and his wife were a rare couple among the Human-Witch tribes.

Dijiang looked down at the longbow in his hand.

He was certain that if Hou Yi hadn't died today, it wouldn't have been long before he would have transcended the level of Great Witch.

Reaching the Quasi-Sage level.

"What a pity!" Dijiang shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

For the Witch Race, death is simply returning to the embrace of the Father God Pangu.

Although I felt angry and sad at the time because of the death of my comrades, I was able to accept it quickly.

"Alright, Kuafu, hold on tight. I need to hurry back to the Witch Race," Dijiang said with a serious expression.

"This time, nine of the ten princes of the Demon Race have died. The Demon Race will not give up. War... is about to begin again."

"It's the Ancestral Witch!" Kuafu wiped away his tears, his resolute face now brimming with fighting spirit.

"In this battle, I will fight for my brothers Hou Yi as well!"

Ignoring Kuafu's words, Dijiang silently accelerated and flew towards the Witch Race.

What he didn't tell Kuafu was that this war would likely be the final battle between the Wu and Yao races.

Although their Witch Race does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit and is not versed in divination of heavenly secrets.

However, there are also wizards who are extremely skilled in divination, and they are definitely no less skilled than those cultivators who are good at deducing the secrets of heaven.

The safety of the entire Witch Race, and the safety of every Great Witch Race, is constantly being watched over by witch masters.

But this time, Hou Yi's demise... came without any warning.

If this incident of the Ten Golden Crow trespassing into the territory of the Witch Race was not a scheme orchestrated by someone, or someone concealing the secrets of heaven...

That is...

"The secrets of heaven are in chaos; Immeasurable Tribulation is about to begin!"

A cold glint flashed in Dijiang's eyes as he recalled the prophecy concerning his Wu and Yao clans that he had received in the East Sea from that incredibly distant memory.

"Were all the liches wiped out?"

A cold glint flashed in Dijiang's eyes, and he roared inwardly, "I will never allow this to happen."

The already extremely fast speed suddenly increased by three points.