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Above Mount Buzhou, the twelve pillars of qi and blood suddenly blazed brightly!

Jumang, Zhurong, Gonggong, Rushou, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, Shebishi.

The ten Ancestral Witches, their blood and qi erupting like volcanoes, poured their own laws into the Dutian Divine Fiend Array without reservation!

Nine Phoenixes stood at the center of the formation, and the aura of fire and earth merging erupted. The faint primordial spirit power deep within the Purple Mansion surged wildly, using its body as a bridge to completely connect the law of earth with the formation diagram!

"Buzz!!!"

The outline of Pangu's phantom suddenly brightened!

A giant palm hangs in the air, its lines clearly visible, each line representing the evolution of mountains and rivers!

The giant foot stomped on the ground, causing Mount Buzhou to tremble violently, and the ice and snow that had remained on the mountain for hundreds of millions of years collapsed with a roar!

"roar!!!"

The phantom of Pangu roared to the sky, its sound waves like the first heartbeat at the beginning of creation, instantly spreading throughout the entire battlefield!

As the sound waves passed, the starlight of the Zhou Tian Star Array swayed violently!

All 365 main stars dimmed for a moment at the same time!

"good!!!"

Xingtian laughed loudly, raised his axe and shield high, and the crimson axe light shot into the sky!

Behind him, Xiang Liu's nine heads rose in unison, and the eerie green poisonous mist transformed into nine poisonous dragons, rushing towards the scattered demon army!

Chi You's body was covered in bright demonic patterns, and the Tiger Soul Blade's blade light surged to a hundred feet. With a single slash, hundreds of demon soldiers were cut in half at the waist!

The Wind God and Rain Master stood side by side, and the gale-force winds and torrential rain transformed into two thousand-foot-long tornadoes, which swept up swarms of demons and shredded them into a bloody mist!

The morale of the Wu tribe's soldiers soared!

"kill!!!"

The millions of witches roared in unison, their blood and qi soaring into the sky like smoke from a wolf's breath, their murderous aura surging like a tidal wave!

They stepped over the corpses of the demon race and charged headlong into the shimmering starlight of the Zhou Tian Star Array!

The Thirty-Third Heaven, the position of the Sun.

Di Jun's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared intently at the solidified Pangu phantom, at the direction the phantom's giant palm struck, and at the main starlight that dimmed and shattered under the giant palm.

His face was ashen.

"Dijiang..."

Di Jun gritted his teeth and whispered, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with barely suppressed shock and anger:

"You still have so much energy left?!"

He believed that the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons was incomplete, barely held together on the Nine Phoenix Peak, with only 60% of its power remaining.

With 60% of its power, the Zhou Tian Star Array is enough to suppress it.

But at this moment.

The illusory image of Pangu, with its solidified outline, clearly visible palm lines, and the imposing roar to the sky...

Where is 60%?!

It's clearly already at 70%! Or even 80%!

"It wasn't Jiu Feng Qiang..."

Di Jun's eyes surged with the true fire of the sun as he stared intently at the crimson figure, a fusion of fire and earth, at the center of the formation:

"It was the Witch Clan...it was the sons of the Witch Clan who sacrificed their very lives to the formation!"

He understood.

The Great Array of Divine Fiends of the Capital is based on the bloodline of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, drawing down the residual will of Pangu.

Houtu has departed, leaving the foundation incomplete.

The Wu tribe has more than just ancestral witches.

There is also the Great Shaman.

There are also witch generals.

And those hundreds of millions of witch clan men!

At this moment, they sacrificed their vital energy, their bloodline power, their life essence... without reservation to the array diagram!

To risk one's life to reinforce the formation!

Continue the bloodline!

"Madmen...they're all a bunch of madmen..."

Di Jun murmured softly, his voice hoarse.

But in his eyes, the raging fire of the sun gradually subsided.

Instead, there is coldness.

It is resolute.

It was the result of suppressed emotions finally erupting... fiercely!

"A great calamity..."

Di Jun slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield.

He swept over the solidified, three-dimensional phantom of Pangu.

He swept his gaze over the murderous-looking young witch.

It swept across the Duobao Linglong Pagoda to suppress a thousand demons, swept across Kong Xuan's five-colored divine light to annihilate ten thousand armies, and swept across the Golden-Winged Roc as demon generals fell like rain with the flapping of its wings.

Sweeping across the thousands of streams of light from the Intercepting Sect, the demon army was routed.

Sweeping across the sky above Mount Buzhou, the four sages were trapped within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, unable to advance or retreat.

At last.

His gaze fell upon the figure in blue robes who stood with his back to the battlefield, hands clasped behind his back, amidst the chaotic halo of light.

Xuandu.

From beginning to end, there was no turning back.

They didn't even glance at the demon race.

Di Jun suddenly smiled.

The laughter was very soft.

So quiet that only he himself could hear it.

"What a Xuandu! What a Jie Sect! What a Wu Clan!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, each word seeming to burn his throat.

But the cold resolve in his eyes grew even stronger.

Because he knew.

It's impossible to get a refund now.

In the early calamity of the Dragon and Han dynasties, the three primordial races vied for supremacy. How powerful were the Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the First Qilin?

But if they lose, their entire clan will be wiped out.

The Phoenix Clan suppressed the immortal volcano to repay the karmic debt.

The Qilin clan became auspicious omens, repaying their karmic debts.

The dragon race is now confined to the four seas, barely surviving, never to regain its former glory.

This is the cruelty of a great calamity.

"If that's the case..."

Di Jun slowly raised his hand.

The sun rune in his palm suddenly erupted!

The runes were not the ordinary runes used to activate the formation.

Rather... it's the imprint of one's natal spirit!

It is the primordial imprint that Di Jun had condensed since his birth from the Sun Star!

"Big brother!!!"

The roar of Donghuang Taiyi came from the Taiyin star position, his voice filled with disbelief and horror:

"What are you going to do?!"

Di Jun did not turn around.

He simply stared at the sun rune in his palm, so intense it seemed to scorch the void, and slowly spoke.

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve.

"Taiyi."

"The demon race has existed for hundreds of millions of years, ruling the Heavenly Court and dominating the primordial world."

"I am the Demon Emperor, and I shall fight for the demon race... to the very last moment."

The words fell.

He suddenly clenched his five fingers!

"Bang!"

The sun rune shattered with a deafening roar!

"boom!!!"

The entire Zhou Tian Star Array trembled violently at this moment!

Three hundred and sixty-five main stars simultaneously erupted with unprecedented dazzling brilliance!

Fourteen thousand eight hundred auxiliary stars, their starlight solidified as if it were a physical substance, transformed into pillars of stars that fell from the heavens!

Wherever the star pillar passes, the void does not shatter, but is completely dissolved!

Along with the melting away, the children of the Witch Clan, who were shrouded by the star pillar, were also among those who perished!

"ah!!!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Tens of thousands of Wu tribe warriors were enveloped by the star pillar before they could even react.

The physical body evaporated in an instant, the vital energy was annihilated in an instant, and even the true spirit did not have time to escape before it completely dissipated into the world!

"Di Jun!!!"

Dijiang's roar came from the center of the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation!

He stared intently at the dark golden figure in the position of the sun, his eyes bloodshot!

Di Jun ignored him.

He simply raised his eyes slowly and looked toward the position of the Moon.

"Taiyi."

"What are you waiting for?"

Donghuang Taiyi trembled violently.

He looked down at the buzzing, trembling Chaos Bell in his palm.

On the bell, the phantom images of the sun, moon, and stars rotate wildly, each phantom image incredibly clear, as if about to burst out of the bell.

That is the origin of the Chaos Bell.

It was the result of Donghuang Taiyi refining this bell for billions of yuan, merging with the bell's spirit, resonating with the Great Dao, and ultimately condensing into... his innate imprint.

If this mark is broken...

The Chaos Bell's power surged, enough to severely injure the phantom of Pangu with a single blow!

But the price...