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Dijiang shattered the void with a single step, his figure descending fiercely from the overwhelming murderous aura.

The space beneath his feet cracked open inch by inch.

His gaze swept over the human race below, over Xuan Du standing alone in blue robes on the altar, and finally locked onto Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, whose faces were ashen in mid-air.

"Dijun! Taiyi!"

Dijiang's voice boomed, the rolling sound waves shaking the demonic clouds in the sky, carrying undisguised mockery.

"You demons, how arrogant you are to bully the weak human race here!"

"Have you forgotten that this primordial land is ruled by my Wu tribe?"

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, eleven equally terrifying auras erupted behind him, joining forces with Dijiang!

Zhurong was engulfed in raging flames, Gonggong was surrounded by towering black water, Qiangliang was wreaking havoc with lightning, and Tianwu was shrieking with wind blades...

The twelve Ancestral Witches unleashed their malevolent aura, which merged into a solid, blood-red sky, confronting the Demon Court's True Sun Fire and the Zhou Tian Demon Clouds!

The entire coastline of the East China Sea is half blazing with golden flames and half shrouded in a chilling aura of blood!

Space is distorted, and the rules are lamenting!

The sudden intervention of the Witch Clan instantly added endless variables to the already incredibly complex situation!

The expressions on Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's faces instantly turned extremely grim, so dark they were almost dripping with water.

Xuandu revealed his identity as a direct disciple of a sage and used the power of the Jie Sect to threaten them, putting them in a dilemma.

Now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have descended once again with great force, their words sharp and incisive, directly targeting the Demon Court's vital points!

retreat?

If we show weakness and retreat before the Witch Clan today, how will the myriad races of the prehistoric world view the Demon Court?

They only ridiculed the demon race for being inferior to the witch race, and fled in panic before the witch race!

What will become of the Demon Court's authority then?

How can Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi still have the face to lead all the demons and compete for the overlord of the primordial world?

But we can't retreat... Do we really have to start a full-scale war with the Witch Clan here?

They also had to offend the Tongtian Sect Leader, who wielded the Qingping Sword and set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which was unbreakable by any but the Four Saints.

Di Jun felt a surge of pent-up anger rush to the top of his head, and he clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves.

The true fire of the sun raged uncontrollably from the body of Donghuang Taiyi, scorching the void with a hissing sound, and the Chaos Bell emitted a low hum.

Today's events are unlikely to end well!

At that very moment, when tensions were running high and the air seemed to freeze,...

Among the twelve Ancestral Witches, a figure dressed in a pale yellow palace gown gazed at the figure in green robes atop the altar.

It was Houtu.

A clear look of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Primordial energy?

So pure, so detached, incompatible with the Way of Heaven, yet forming its own unique law...

This person did not follow the path of a Quasi-Saint who severed his corpse, but rather the Path of Primordial Chaos, which had long been forgotten by all living beings in the prehistoric world and was extremely difficult.

Moreover... judging from his bone age, he is clearly extremely young!

When did such a brilliant and extraordinary talent emerge among the human race?

What stirred her heart even more was that she vaguely sensed a faint causal connection between this person and her.

It seems... to be related to one of her shaman generals?

Houtu's eyes darted around, her mind racing, but she didn't speak immediately, instead observing quietly.

On the altar.

Faced with this sudden and dramatic change, Xuan Du was also filled with trepidation.

The twelve Ancestral Witches arrived together, their combined malevolent aura far surpassing that of Ci Tie alone.

He could even feel that the laws of heaven and earth around him were becoming chaotic under the impact of the powerful blood and evil energy of the witch clan.

This is the power of the Ancestral Witch, formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, who holds the laws of heaven and earth!

His gaze swept over the twelve figures radiating murderous intent, finally meeting Houtu's probing gaze.

Xuandu understood.

Without making a sound, he quietly circulated the Shangqing Gongfa within his body, subtly dissolving the overwhelming aura of the Ancestral Witches.

His posture was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Emperor Jiang!"

Di Jun finally forced down his turbulent emotions and, with the majesty of a demon emperor, met Di Jiang's mocking gaze.

"The Witch Clan's reach is far too far!"

"This human has offended the might of my Demon Court, slaughtering my demon race's sons and daughters. Why should I, as the Emperor, need to explain my actions to your Witch Clan?"

He never mentioned the secret of human blood, and even characterized Xuandu's killing of Guiche as human beings offending the heavens.

"Offending the wrath of Heaven? Slaughtering the demon race?"

Dijiang seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and he looked up to the sky and let out a loud laugh that shook the surrounding area.

"Hahaha! This is utterly ridiculous!"

He abruptly stopped laughing and said coldly:

"You demons, feeding on the weak humans, is this the wrath of Heaven?"

"Although my witch clan is your sworn enemy, we would never do such a despicable thing!"

"This primordial land was created by our father god Pangu. When did it become a place for your demon court to swagger and bully!"

Every word is piercing, directly pointing to the fact that the demon race bullies the weak.

The eleven Ancestral Witches behind them were also radiating murderous intent, glaring angrily at Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, as if they were about to start a war at the slightest disagreement.

"you......!"

Donghuang Taiyi was furious. The Chaos Bell rang loudly, and its magnificent waves swept out, abruptly interrupting Dijiang's words.

"Dijiang! Stop trying to win arguments here!"

"This human, Xuan Du, killed Gui Che, one of the ten great demon saints of my demon race. This is an indisputable fact!"

"Today, all members of the Witch Clan are to withdraw immediately. My Demon Court is handling internal affairs!"

"Either... we'll have a battle and see if your ancestral witches' true forms are stronger, or if my Zhou Tian Star Array is more powerful!"

The Chaos Bell possessed immense power; wherever its waves passed, space solidified, even forcing back the combined malevolent energy of the Ancestral Witches.

Donghuang Taiyi, with his fierce and domineering personality, was repeatedly ridiculed by Dijiang and intimidated by Xuandu's identity, causing his long-suppressed anger to finally erupt.

They no longer held back and directly issued a challenge!

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense!

A great war is about to break out!

Di Jun's eyes flashed, but he did not stop Donghuang Taiyi.

Now that things have come to this, there is no turning back.

If a conflict could be provoked between the Wu Clan and Xuandu, and even the Jie Sect behind them, it might disrupt the situation and create a chance for the Demon Court!

He secretly transmitted a message through his divine sense, causing the Zhou Tian Star Array to operate quietly, with countless stellar powers descending from the void to empower the billions of demon army.

The demonic clouds surged once more, starlight flickered, and murderous intent lurked beneath the surface.

At this critical moment.

"Oh."

A very soft sneer suddenly rang out.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every powerful being.

On the altar, Xuandu slowly raised his head.

His gaze swept calmly over the tense standoff between the Lich and Demon races.

Ultimately, it fell on Donghuang Taiyi.