Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The great calamity has come to an end, and an invisible aura of calamity is engulfing everyone. Now, only life and death can end this fateful battle.

"Give me your life!" As soon as Pangu's true form stabilized its ten-thousand-foot-tall body, the roar of the twelve ancestral witches erupted from within its body.

The axe formed from malevolent energy cleaved down once more, tearing the clouds in two.

Suddenly, the demon camp lit up with starlight that blotted out the sun. Di Jun stood in the air, holding the Hetu Luoshu: "Today I will show you the true Zhou Tian Killing Formation!" Before he finished speaking, 14,800 star banners broke through the air, each banner wrapped with a meteorite the size of a house.

When the Ancestral Witches finally saw it clearly, countless meteors were already exploding at their noses. And that wasn't all; three hundred and sixty-five ancient stars, as large as mountains, followed in quick succession, blasting spiderweb-like cracks into the chest of Pangu's true form.

A crisp "crack" echoed throughout the primordial world, and the towering giant collapsed with a deafening roar. The twelve Ancestral Witches staggered and revealed their true forms. Half of the body of the Yuqiang Ancestral Witch was blown into white bones, and the snake tail of the Houtu Ancestral Witch was broken into three pieces.

The backlash from the collapse of the great formation caused everyone to vomit black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. The situation was equally dire for the demon race, with half of their demon generals turning to ashes on the spot, and even Taiyi's Chaos Bell cracking open.

Amidst heavy breathing, the eleven Ancestral Witches and the Great Witch of the Ghost Chariot clutched their chests, their eyes wide as they stared intently at the demon race's camp. They never expected that their opponents would resort to such a ruthless tactic of mutual destruction.

At this moment, the demon camp was also filled with cries of agony. The backlash from detonating the Zhou Tian Star Banner was like a tsunami, and the lesser demons with low cultivation levels were instantly turned into blood mist, while the generals with slightly higher cultivation levels also coughed up blood, and the fluctuations of their magical power dropped by 50%.

Looking around, only the Demon Emperor Jun and Taiyi could stand tall, which was precisely the trap they had meticulously planned.

The simultaneous detonation of all 365 Star Banners resulted in the complete collapse of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. Looking at the blood-soaked remains of the Ancestral Witches opposite them, the two Demon Emperors exchanged a cold smile. As long as the foundation of the Witch Clan could be destroyed, these consumables were nothing.

"Slaughter the entire Witch Clan!" The two Supreme Beings raised their arms and shouted, and countless elite demons surged towards the enemy ranks like a black tide. The Ancestral Witches, despite their injuries, led the Great Witch Guiche and others to meet the enemy head-on.

After the sky-covering star array and the towering phantom of Pangu disappeared, the real bloody battle began.

At this moment, the immortal bell above Zhou Yi's head hummed, and five chaotic light wheels overlapped and rotated behind him.

Under his leadership, tens of thousands of elite human warriors, who had been lying low for a long time, finally revealed their prowess.

They could only watch as the two peerless formations clashed before, but now is the time for the human race to step onto the prehistoric stage.

Emperor Jun, wielding the Hetu and Luoshu, deduced the secrets of heaven, while Taiyi's Chaos Bell reverberated through the void above his head. The two demon emperors, determined to prevail, locked onto the heavily wounded Ancestral Witches. Having paid such a heavy price to create an opening in their opponent, they were determined to utterly destroy the Witch Clan's destiny today.

The moment they clashed, the situation was one of overwhelming dominance. The innate spiritual treasure in Di Jun's hand transformed into thousands of stars that fell to the ground, while Taiyi controlled the Chaos Bell to bombard them relentlessly, forcing the eleven Ancestral Witches to retreat repeatedly.

The Ghost Chariot Great Witch, who was already on the verge of death, was in even worse shape. The bone blade in his hand was blasted hundreds of feet away, and his arms hung limply at his sides.

"From this day forward, there will be no more Wu Clan in the primordial world!" Di Jun's long hair flew wildly, and the nebula formed by the Hetu and Luoshu had trapped the three Ancestral Wu within it. Taiyi seized the opportunity to swing the Chaos Bell, and the sound of the bell shattered even space itself.

The powerful members of the Witch Clan roared deafeningly, but each of them was wounded and could not even unleash half of their full power. Just as the Demon Emperor Jun and Taiyi were about to deliver the killing blow, Zhou Yi's figure tore through the void and arrived.

The fist exploded with a deafening roar, the pure power of the law coalescing into immense force, hurtling straight towards the Demon Emperor Jun's face. "A mere human?" The Demon Emperor Jun's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly summoned the River Chart and Luo Book for defense.

The moment the scroll was unfurled, a violent shockwave sent the demon emperor flying back a hundred feet. Had it not been for the protection of his innate spiritual treasure, he would have been bleeding on the spot.

Upon seeing this, Taiyi roared, "How dare you, lowly human race, be so presumptuous!" The Chaos Bell, carrying the power to destroy the world, pressed down upon him.

The celestial bell above Zhou Yi's head hummed, and chaotic mist cascaded down like a waterfall, actually matching the power of the innate supreme treasure.

"Today is the day when the demon race will be wiped out. How can I be absent?" Before Zhou Yi finished speaking, a deafening battle cry suddenly erupted from the west side of the battlefield.

The four elders of the Suihuang Army personally led their troops into the battlefield. The 200,000-strong Changlin Army formed a dragon-like formation, their military might approaching the peak of the Daluo realm. The 20,000 Golden Immortals of the Chiyan Army transformed into a raging torrent of flames, leaving a trail of demonic blood wherever they went.

The Fengbo Army moved across the battlefield like shadows, and every time they appeared, a demon general would perish.

The most terrifying force was the Imperial Feather Guard, comprised of three thousand elite troops, with two hundred Great Luo Immortals in command and the rest being the best among the Golden Immortals. This elite force specifically targeted the demon race's elite, and within moments of the battle, they had beheaded dozens of demon generals.

The Demon Emperor Jun stared at Suihuang and the others, his teeth grinding together: "When did the human race produce four Quasi-Saints?" Taiyi gripped the Chaos Bell tightly, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield below: "These ants are not to be feared, but the appearance of a peak Quasi-Saint at this time..."

Before they could finish speaking, the two of them simultaneously sensed a change in the heavens and earth, and looked in horror toward the core of the battlefield.

A cataclysmic change has occurred in the primordial world! The human race has unexpectedly produced a top-tier quasi-saint powerhouse, Zhou Yi, and the news has sent chills down the spines of powerful figures from all races.

The demon emperors Jun and Taiyi were so shocked they almost fell off the clouds. They never imagined that this newly born race, which had only existed for ten thousand years, would produce four quasi-saint level experts, including Suihuang.

"How long has it been since humans developed intelligence? This rate of growth is simply outrageous." Taiyi's true fire blazed up, wishing he could travel back ten thousand years.

Back when the human race was struggling to survive in the primordial world, the demon race could easily send a demon general to slaughter a tribe.

Now, four quasi-saints are rampaging across the battlefield, their demonic blood staining the eight thousand miles of clouds red wherever they go.

The Demon Emperor Jun disregarded his image at this moment, grabbed the Hetu Luoshu and unleashed his ultimate attack: "Taiyi, go deal with the Ancestral Witch, I'll hold off this evil star."

The innate spiritual treasure conjured a chaotic space, which swallowed Zhou Yi in the blink of an eye.

This Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formation is no ordinary formation. It is one of the four great killing formations of the primordial world, which were comprehended from the Hetu and Luoshu. Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches would have to give way to it.

Trapped within the formation, Zhou Yi remained calm and composed, gazing at the swirling star trails around him with a cold laugh: "Truly a supreme treasure for deducing the mysteries of heaven, what a pity..."

Before he finished speaking, the Xuanyuan Sword at his waist burst forth with a dazzling golden light.

The demon army outside the formation was cheering when suddenly the formation shook violently, and the thirty-six layers of constellations collapsed one after another.

This quasi-saint of the human race actually intends to break through the Hunyuan Heluo by force!

Previously, the Demon Emperor Jun had been hiding this ultimate move, probably intending to use the Hunyuan Heluo Formation to deal with all twelve Ancestral Witches at a crucial moment.

Just imagine, if those ancestral witches who couldn't form the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation fell into this Hunyuan Heluo Formation, they might really be wiped out.

However, Zhou Yi intervened, forcing the Demon Emperor to first trap him with a grand formation.