Primordial Era: I rule the great sect and command all immortals.

Everyone knew that the dawn of victory had broken.

This great battle is finally coming to an end!

Everyone fought bravely, unleashing their greatest strength at this final moment!

"Alas! The tide has turned, my sworn brothers, return to the Netherworld Blood Sea!"

The Styx Ancestor sighed. He wanted to kill the enemy, but alas, he was powerless to change the situation.

At his command, all the Asuras gathered in the "Blood Sea Formation." Here, the Styx Ancestor created 840 million Blood God Child clones, which then attacked the surrounding demons.

Faced with the endless army of Blood God's children, the demons were startled and filled with fear, making way for them.

Previously, the demon race faced the threat of extinction, so they were willing to burn their bridges and make a final desperate attempt!

Now that the dawn of victory is approaching, and the Asuras are fighting desperately, they are naturally unwilling to fight to the death with the Asuras.

After all, everyone only has one life, and it's not worth dying now!

"Boom!"

At the same time, a tremendous force from the Nine Netherworlds bombarded the Xiniu Hezhou of the Earthly Immortal Realm.

"Styx! Take us with you!"

Several other powerful clans from the Nine Netherworlds, along with several powerful cultivators, shouted and moved closer to the Asura army.

"Okay! Come here right away!"

After a moment's thought, the Styx Ancestor immediately agreed loudly.

At this point, the army of the "Witch-Buddha-Demon Alliance" was defeated, and the entire alliance existed in name only.

It's time to think about how to protect yourself in the future.

The zombie race, the undead race, the monster race, the underworld race, the ghost race... these are all neighbors from the same place.

In critical moments, we can still help each other.

If the Jie Sect members still don't give up and chase us all the way to the Nine Netherworlds, we'll have to band together to resist their attack.

"Boom!"

These major clans also suffered heavy losses, and currently only seven or eight million people can be gathered together, but their momentum is considerable, with more than a dozen powerful cultivators leading the way.

When they joined forces with the Asuras, there were still six powerful cultivators and an army of four million remaining.

This is also a tremendous force.

The power of the Blood Sea from the Netherworld pierced through the two realms and merged with the "Blood Sea Array," opening a spacetime passage. The Asura race and other races from the underground world fled towards the Netherworld.

Neither the demon race nor the Jie Sect deliberately obstructed this; instead, they focused their attacks from the perimeter, bombarding the area with countless immortal techniques!

At this point, even the members of the Jie Sect were terrified of death.

They were about to win the great battle, so there was no need for them to fight to the death with the Asuras!

There were simply too many Asuras, with over a hundred million members, and even a near-leader level expert like the Styx Ancestor. Nobody was stupid, and nobody wanted to be taken away as a burial offering by the Styx Ancestor at the last moment!

"We're retreating too!"

Seeing this, Mosquito Taoist and Pangolin also gathered a group of demonic cultivators, who howled like ghosts and wolves, wishing they could have two more lives, and fled for their lives.

Just like their actions, the Buddhists and the Witch Clan were preparing to either retreat to the Thirty-Three Heavens or return to the Northern Continent, relying on the "Ancestral Witch Temple" for a final struggle.

In short, defeat has already occurred.

Organized enemies were only symbolically pursued by the Jie Sect and the demon race, who would gain some advantage before letting them go. However, smaller forces and small groups of defeated soldiers became the focus of both sides' pursuit!

This is a fat sheep!

With both sides suffering such heavy losses, they will definitely have to resort to killing to recoup their losses.

"what……"

"Spare me! I'll surrender!"

"Please let me go!"

"I have cultivated for three hundred eons to achieve some success. Am I to die here today?"

"Heaven is unjust!"

"I refuse to accept this! Kill! Kill! Kill! I will defy fate and carve out a bright and just world!"

……

At this point, it was either you kill someone or someone kills you. The Jie Sect and the demon race showed no mercy. They collected everything from the enemies they killed, including their corpses, magical treasures, and rare materials.

The great war is coming to an end.

However, the "Cataclysm of the End of Dharma" has only just begun. In the future, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be cut off, and sufficient resources will be needed to overcome the great calamity.

Where do the resources come from?

Besides the resources from the Great Religion, the enemy corpses on the battlefield are resources too!

One by one, the members of the Jie Sect and the demon race frantically slaughtered groups of lone individuals.

At this moment, the killing aura was even stronger than before, and cultivators were constantly being killed in the void, their blood staining the sky.

Throughout the entire Xiniu Hezhou, apart from the major powers that were able to gather their main forces and retreat, the vast majority of the other members of the "Witch-Buddha-Demon Alliance" were killed.

This massacre lasted for half a month, and countless people died tragically in Xiniu Hezhou.

The "Tai Chi Diagram" and the "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda" have both flown away. With the great battle over, there is no longer any need for the sage to continue protecting the land of Xiniu Hezhou.

The entire Xiniuhe Continent became a blood-red world.

The sky, the earth, the mountains, and the rivers were all dyed red.

Countless mortal beings trembled in fear; these past two weeks felt like the end of the world.

Low-level immortals and cultivators were slaughtered, and far too many high-level immortals, such as Great Luo Golden Immortals and Quasi-Saints with great supernatural powers, also perished.

The Buddhist monks had just reached the Thirty-Three Heavens when Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and Sandalwood Merit Buddha coughed up blood and swayed precariously.

Fortunately, the two were protected by a group of Buddhist monks, which prevented them from falling from the sky.

"Buddha, Bodhisattva, what's wrong?"

All the Buddhist monks and bodhisattvas exclaimed in surprise.

"It's alright! Let's get out of here first!"

The Sandalwood Merit Buddha's face was deathly pale, and he spoke weakly.

"It's probably the Six Soul Banner of the Jie Sect that worked; one of our souls and one of our spirits disappeared."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was in better condition, and he calmly said.

"What?"

"What should we do?"

All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were greatly alarmed, their faces filled with worry.

"It's alright! Even if we lose a soul or a spirit, neither Buddha nor I will be in danger of perishing. In the days to come, we will go into complete seclusion to repair our souls."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva waved his hand, his expression indifferent, as if he were not the one who had lost a soul or spirit.

"I never imagined that the Jie Sect's 'Six Soul Banner' would be so vicious!"

Julusunfo couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"We were quite lucky; at least we were protected by the Buddhist spirit, otherwise our losses would have been minimal. Our injuries will gradually heal. It's just a pity for the many disciples of my Buddhist sect, alas!"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva sighed.

Looking around, there are not many Buddhists left.

Aside from those who didn't participate in the battle, only ten Quasi-Saints remained by their side, and only three to five hundred Great Luo Golden Immortals. The remaining Buddhist disciples, combined, numbered only a million.

This number seems large, but even the few Buddhist worlds within the Thirty-Three Heavens are difficult to completely control.

Not to mention the Western Continent of the Demon Realm, which is still under our control.

The Immortal Realm and the Nine Netherworlds have completely lost their foothold for Buddhism. It can be said that Buddhism has basically retreated and has completely lost the capital to contend for supremacy in the prehistoric world.

"Bodhisattva, if things are beyond our control, then there's nothing we can do. Let's go back, conserve our energy, and wait for the next opportunity!"

Another ancient Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, sighed.

Meanwhile, the Styx Ancestor, who had already returned to the Netherworld, sneered repeatedly, showing that he was not harmed at all by the curse of the "Six Soul Banner".

Back then, the Styx Ancestor was cursed by the Jie Sect with the "Six Soul Banner" and escaped a calamity by using a substitute puppet. He had long ago studied this technique.

This time, the Styx Ancestor used the "Blood God Child" to transfer his primordial spirit again, thus escaping another calamity.

However, the Asura clan also suffered heavy losses in this great battle, with almost all of its able-bodied members being wiped out, reducing its strength by more than half compared to its peak.

Currently, the Asura race still has more than 200 million members, but the vast majority of them are low-level members. There are not even as many people at the immortal level or above as there are in the Buddhist sect.

Meanwhile, the Wu tribe charged desperately towards Beiju Luzhou, but halfway there, Xing Tian suddenly coughed up blood and fell to the ground from the void.

Hou Yi reacted the fastest, quickly lifting Xing Tian's body up. But at this moment, Xing Tian no longer had any breath left.

The top war god of the Wu tribe, the most famous great supernatural being in the prehistoric world, was first seriously injured in this battle, and then his three souls and seven spirits were taken away by Lü Yue with the "Six Soul Banner", and he completely perished in the great battle.

"Xingtian!"

"Chi You!"

Just as Hou Yi was calling out Xing Tian's name, on the other side, the remaining ancestral witches were summoning Chi You one after another!

No one expected that in a single day, the Witch Clan would lose as many as four Ancestral Witches!

The remaining eight Ancestral Witches all wept bitterly; the battle had been far too brutal.

Turning around, he saw that there were only a little over a million men left behind, of whom there were only seventy or eighty great shamans.

Inside the "Ancestral Witch Hall," those guarding it were mostly the old, weak, sick, and disabled, with almost no combat power. The remaining group of witches was stationed in the "Six Paths of Reincarnation."

As for the Thirty-Three Heavens and the Witch Clan of the Demon Realm, even combined, they might not have 200,000 combat-ready individuals.

The Wu Clan's losses this time were only slightly better than those during the "Lich Cataclysm".

But can such a small amount of power survive the upcoming "end of the Dharma"?

Everyone lost confidence.

"Hou Yi! Now is not the time to weep! We have lost this time, but eight Ancestral Witches are still alive, which is far better than the last great war! As long as the seeds of the Witch Clan remain, we will rise again in the future!"

At this moment, as a female ancestral witch, Jiufeng stepped forward and said these words.

"Indeed! Jiufeng is absolutely right! We, the people of the Wu tribe, are not afraid of death! Xingtian and Chiyou are dead, but we are still alive. We will continue to protect the Wu tribe until it rises strong again!"

Xiang Liu echoed this.

This ancestral witch was already covered in wounds and was only a breath away from death.

However, even at this moment, he still endured his injuries and tried his best to live!

The Wu tribe cannot afford to lose another ancestral witch, not just him!

He must see the witch clan out of danger before he can die!

"Good! We'll avenge this sooner or later! Now, hurry back to the Ancestral Witch Palace. Also, recall the people from the Thirty-Three Heavens and the Western Continent of the Demon Realm! We can't hold those territories anymore; there's no need for our people to die in vain!"

Hou Yi wiped away his tears and said firmly.

"Yes! Hou Yi is right! As long as our Wu Clan preserves the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the Ancestral Witch Palace, we will have a chance to make a comeback! Now, the Wu Clan's power has been almost completely depleted. With the resources inside the Ancestral Witch Palace, it is enough for us to survive the 'Cataclysm of the End of Dharma.' After the great calamity passes, our Wu Clan may not be the weakest!"

"Nine Phoenixes said in a crisp voice."

With the fall of Xing Tian and Chi You, Jiu Feng, with her identity and strength, naturally assumed the role of the new leader of the Wu tribe.

"Okay! Let's hurry up and go!"

Xiang Liu and Hou Yi nodded in succession, each carrying the corpses of Xing Tian and Chi You, and followed Jiu Feng, leading the defeated army towards Beiju Luzhou.

The last cursed pangolin had already collapsed in a cave in Xiniu Hezhou that had no spiritual energy whatsoever.

"Damn it! My soul and spirit were devoured by the Jie Sect!"

Leaning against the wall, the pangolin breathed weakly.

His Central Demonic Cult was also destroyed, and he was the only one who escaped alive.

However, his injuries were too severe, and it was uncertain whether he would have the chance to survive the "end of the Dharma".

"You members of the Jie Sect, you just wait! If I can't kill your big shots, I'll start with the small fry. I won't spare a single one of you!"

After catching its breath and taking another elixir, the pangolin remained incredibly angry, still exuding a murderous aura despite its severe injuries.

"Tap tap tap..."

However, just as he vented his dissatisfaction with words, suddenly, soft footsteps echoed in the dark cave.

"Who?"

At that moment, the pangolin's expression changed drastically, its eyes filled with endless fear.

He is currently at a low point in his life, and his combat strength is not much stronger than that of a Xuanxian!

If the enemy comes, he will surely die!

"Hehehe! Fellow Daoist Pangolin, it's me! I never expected to meet you here. How did you get so badly injured?"

The newcomer chuckled and slowly walked up to the pangolin, looking him up and down.

It seems they want to know exactly what state a pangolin is in.

"Hehe! It's you! What are you doing here? You didn't follow me, did you? We were allies before, and we did quite a few great things together. You wouldn't be thinking of kicking me when I'm down, would you?"

The pangolin steadied himself and leaned against the wall. A resolute expression returned to his face, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, revealing the ruthlessness of a demonic tycoon.

It seemed that if the person opposite him had any ill intentions, he would launch a thunderous attack!

His ferocious appearance seemed no different from his usual self.

The person standing opposite him hesitated, a hint of apprehension flashing in their eyes. They involuntarily stopped and continued tentatively, "Fellow Daoist Pangolin, are you still able to get up?" (End of Chapter)