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"Big brother!"

The roar of Donghuang Taiyi came from the Taiyin star position.

The Chaos Bell in his palm trembled violently, and the illusory images of the sun, moon, and stars on its surface rotated at an erratic pace.

"The Intercepting Sect is coming! Let me go into battle!"

"No!"

Di Jun roared, the true fire of the sun in his eyes almost burning away his reason:

"With your departure, the position of the Taiyin star will be vacant, causing the Zhou Tian Star Array to become unbalanced!"

"At that time, the Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation will counterattack, and my demon race..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The battlefield below.

Duobao moved.

He didn't look at Di Jun, nor did he look at Donghuang Taiyi.

He simply raised the exquisite pagoda in his palm slowly.

The tower shone brightly.

"town."

The exquisite pagoda swelled in the wind and grew into a giant tower a thousand feet tall in the blink of an eye!

The tower hangs above the demon army, and golden light descends from its base as if it were a tangible substance.

Wherever the golden light passed, the hundreds of demon soldiers suddenly froze.

They stared wide-eyed as they watched themselves petrify, starting from their toes.

In less than three breaths.

All three hundred demon soldiers turned into stone statues.

The wind blew by.

The stone statue turned to dust and scattered into the void.

Kong Xuan, who was standing to the side, also moved.

Five-colored divine light swept down from the sky.

It did not target any of the demon saints.

He simply swept his hand lightly across the dark, swarming army of demons.

"Whoosh!"

Where the divine light passed, swathes of emptiness vanished.

Along with the void, the densely packed demon battle formations spanning three thousand miles vanished.

Thirty thousand demon soldiers and two demon generals.

Vanished without a trace.

It's as if it never existed.

The golden-winged roc spreads its wings.

He was so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage.

All that could be seen in the demon formation was a cloud of blood mist exploding every three breaths.

Each cloud of blood mist represents the fall of a demon general.

Our Lady of Wudang, Our Lady of Guiling, Our Lady of Jinling.

All ten thousand disciples of the Jie Sect made their move.

No mercy.

No hesitation.

Only killing.

Xing Tian stood there, stunned.

He gripped the axe and shield, from which demonic blood still dripped.

But there were no more demons to kill in front of him.

He looked up at the celestial light of the Jie Sect flying everywhere, and at the vast army of demons falling like wheat.

He looked down at his blood-stained palms.

Suddenly he laughed.

"Grandma's..."

Xing Tian cursed under his breath and grinned:

"So this is what it feels like to have reinforcements."

He finished laughing.

They raised their arms again.

He strode towards the remaining demons.

On the edge of the battlefield.

Dijiang stood at the eye of the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons.

He looked at Duobao, Kong Xuan, Golden-Winged Roc, and other disciples of the Jie Sect.

Dijiang was stunned.

He suddenly remembered three days ago.

In the Pangu Hall, candlelight flickered.

Xuandu stood in the hall, his blue robes fluttering slightly, and said:

"I want the Witch Clan to join the Intercepting Sect."

At that time, he felt a deep resentment.

The Wu tribe is formed from the essence of Pangu's blood and claims to be the true descendants of Pangu. They have existed for hundreds of millions of years since the beginning of the primordial world, and have never bowed to anyone.

Even when the Three Pure Ones attain sainthood, they would only address each other as fellow Daoists.

Even when the great calamity is approaching, they are only prepared to fight to the death.

But with just a word from Xuandu, the young men of the Wu tribe were required to join the Jie Sect.

He agreed.

It's not because I believe in Xuandu.

It's because there was no choice.

After Houtu departed, the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons was incomplete.

With Yuanshi Tianzun's departure, the Five Saints' killing scheme is complete.

If the Wu tribe does not seek help soon, their bloodline will be wiped out.

So he gritted his teeth and agreed to send the young men of the Wu tribe into the Jie Sect.

But deep down, he still harbored a lingering resentment.

That slight resentment is the pride of the true Pangu lineage.

It is an unyielding spirit that would rather break than bend.

It is the stubbornness of the Wu tribe that has never been dependent on others for millions of years.

He believed that the Wu Clan's joining the Jie Sect was merely a way to secure Xuandu's assistance during the Great Tribulation.

It simply means having one more Primordial Grand Luo to restrain the Sage for the Witch Clan.

It's just... a transaction.

That's it.

But at this moment.

Dijiang gazed at the thousands of streams of light from the Jie Sect, and at the vast army of fallen demons.

Gazing at the figure in blue robes who always kept his back to the battlefield and stood alone in the chaotic halo.

That slight resentment completely disappeared.

"Big brother."

Jumang's voice came from the other end of the array, carrying an uncontrollable tremor:

"All the immortals of the Jie Sect have arrived."

"It's not just one or two people, not thirty or fifty."

"That's all."

Dijiang did not answer.

He simply raised his hand slowly and placed it on his chest.

There, the blood of Pangu surges forth.

There, the ancestral witches roared instinctively.

There, an emotion never before felt in billions of years is taking root and sprouting.

That's not gratitude.

The Jie Sect does not need the gratitude of the Wu Clan.

Xuandu has no need for it either.

That's... approval.

"Oh......"

Dijiang chuckled softly.

His laughter was hoarse, yet it carried an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

He looked up.

Gazing at that figure in green.

Xuan Du still stood with his back to the battlefield, his hands behind his back, amidst the chaotic halo.

He didn't turn around.

He didn't even glance at the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect.

It was like the thousands of streams of light from the Jie Sect, the vast army of fallen demons, and the impending collapse of the demon court's destiny.

It was just a move he casually made, something he took for granted.

Dijiang suddenly understood.

Xuandu never regarded the Wu Clan as a pawn.

If they were truly just pawns, why would the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect be allowed to enter the calamity?

If it were truly a transaction, why send all the core disciples?

The full power of the Zhou Tian Star Array is so great that even a Quasi-Saint cannot escape its influence.

If the ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect enter this battlefield, they will be injured.

It is destined to perish.

Duobao, Kongxuan, Golden-Winged Roc, Wudang, Turtle Spirit, Golden Spirit...

Which one is not the foundation of the Jie Sect?

Which one isn't the apple of everyone's eye?

But they came.

They're all here.

All for the sake of helping the witch clan and destroying the demon court.

"Fellow Taoist Xuandu..."

Dijiang spoke in a low voice, so soft that only he could hear it:

"I owe you my life."

"The Witch Clan owes you a life."

He paused.

look up.

His gaze pierced through the array diagram and mist of the Dutian Divine Fiend Array, landing on the 365 brightly lit main stars opposite him.

It landed on the dark golden figure in the position of the sun.

It landed on the chaotic bell with its disordered tolling at the position of the Taiyin star.

It landed on Di Jun's eyes, which finally revealed fear.

Dijiang slowly opened his mouth.

The voice was not loud.

Yet it is like the first heartbeat at the beginning of Pangu's creation of the world—steady, profound, and beyond question.

"The sons of the witch clan."

"Obey my command."

Within the array, all eleven Ancestral Witches raised their heads.

Jumang was surrounded by a surge of life force, yet all his peace was gone, leaving only murderous intent.

Zhu Rong's raging flames burned the sky, yet there was no trace of rage, only an extreme, suppressed chill.

Gonggong roared with fury, but no longer howled. He silently poured the power of the Milky Way into the array's core.

Ru Shou, Xuan Ming, Qiang Liang, Zhu Jiu Yin, Tian Wu, Xi Zi, She Bi Shi.

At this moment, all ten Ancestral Witches restrained all their superfluous emotions.

Only one thing remains: the will to fight.

Dijiang's voice echoed across the battlefield.

"Attack with full force!"

The four words were uttered as if Pangu's axe had cleaved through the chaos!

"This battle..."

He paused.

His gaze swept over the thousand streams of light from the Intercepting Sect, over the exquisite pagoda in Duobao's palm that suppressed a thousand demons, and over Kong Xuan's five-colored divine light that wiped out ten thousand troops.

He swept over the fallen demon soldiers, and over the demon battle formation that had finally collapsed.

The light swept across Di Jun's ashen face and across Donghuang Taiyi's trembling hands.

He glanced at the figure in blue robes who always had his back to him.

"In this battle, the Demon Court will be annihilated!"