Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Kunpeng is panicking right now.

He led three hundred carefully selected demon gods, like a group of thieving rats, stealthily traversing the void interlayers.

This is the power of the "Boundary-Breaking Pearl" that Di Jun gave him; it can temporarily shield the secrets of heaven and even carve out a path in the spatial turbulence.

"My Lord Demon Master, are we really going in?"

Beside him, a demon god with a wolf's head spoke in a trembling voice, "That's the Pangu Palace! I heard it's made from Pangu's skull, making it impervious to all magic. Our few hundred people wouldn't be enough to withstand a single breath of fire from Zhurong."

"Shut up!"

Kunpeng cursed under his breath, then slapped the wolf on the head. "His Majesty has given an order. Do you want to disobey? Besides, we're going to launch a sneak attack, not a direct confrontation. As long as we kill that newborn cub, we'll have accomplished a great feat."

Although he said that, Kunpeng was actually quite apprehensive.

His greatest strength in life was his ability to see the times, and his greatest weakness was his fear of death.

Back then, when Zixiao Palace offered him a seat, he was bullied by Zhunti and Jieyin, and didn't dare to utter a word. In the end, he even vented his anger on Hongyun, that kind-hearted old man.

This is a classic example of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

He would absolutely refuse to touch a tiger's tail now.

"arrive."

Kunpeng stopped and looked out through the gap in the void.

At this time, Mount Buzhou had already been submerged by strange celestial phenomena.

Golden light shone in countless rays, and auspicious energy flowed in thousands of strands. The enormous phantom of Pangu still stood there, radiating a suffocating pressure.

"A great opportunity!"

Kunpeng's eyes lit up.

He saw outside the Pangu Palace, the twelve Ancestral Witches were gathered in a circle, each craning their necks to look at the sky, or nervously staring at the palace gate.

Even Zhu Jiuyin, who is usually the most vigilant, was excited at this moment and did not pay attention to the commotion around him.

"These barbarians, they really have no brains." Kunpeng sneered inwardly, his sleazy confidence returning. "Making such a big fuss over having a baby, they've even forgotten about defense? They deserve to be raided!"

He calculated the time.

The aura of new life had reached its peak; clearly, the baby was about to be born.

This is the time when the defense is most lax and the laws of heaven and earth are most chaotic.

"Follow my orders."

Kunpeng lowered his voice and transmitted it to the demon god behind him, "In a moment, I will use the Boundary-Breaking Pearl to tear open a gap that leads directly to the delivery room. No matter who you see, immediately detonate your magic weapons and blow them up to death! As long as chaos ensues, I will have a chance to make my move."

"yes!"

Although the group of demon gods were afraid, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and agree, considering the Demon Emperor's methods.

Kunpeng took a deep breath, clutching the black bead tightly in his hand.

He is waiting.

Waiting for that first cry.

"Wow--!"

Just then, a loud cry of a baby pierced through the layers of the great formation and resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The cry was powerful and resonant, carrying a soul-stirring force.

"Now!"

The roc's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Now that we're here, let's do something big! If we can kill this prince of the Witch Clan and seize the magical treasures from the Queen Mother of the West, Kunpeng will be able to roam freely in the prehistoric world!

"Open it!"

Kunpeng suddenly crushed the Boundary-Breaking Pearl.

A pitch-black spatial rift opened silently behind the Pangu Palace.

That was the weakest point in the defenses, and also the closest to the delivery room.

"kill!"

Kunpeng took the lead, transforming into a giant black roc, carrying billowing demonic energy, and rushed out of the crack.

Three hundred demon gods followed closely behind, their eyes bloodshot, their magical treasures gleaming, ready to explode at any moment.

At that moment, Kunpeng felt incredibly cool.

The thrill of taking the head of a general from among thousands of soldiers sent his adrenaline soaring.

however.

Just as he stepped halfway out of the crack, preparing to give the witch clan a "surprise".

He suddenly realized that something was wrong with the scenery around him.

This is not a delivery room.

This is a hazy, gray space, with four menacing longswords hanging around it.

In the middle of the four swords, Lin Xuan sat in a grand chair, holding a cup of tea, and looked at him with a smile.

"Oh, isn't this the Demon Master?"

Lin Xuan blew on the tea foam, his tone incredibly friendly, "You came pretty quickly, my tea isn't even cold yet."

Kunpeng's body froze in mid-air.

He glanced at the terrifying sword energy around him, then at the calm Lin Xuan, and finally at Di Jiang, Zhu Rong, and Gong Gong standing behind Lin Xuan, eager to fight...

All twelve Ancestral Witches, not one missing.

They're not watching the kids, they're clearly lining up to beat someone up!

"this……"

Kunpeng's mind went blank, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer.

"This is a trap?!"

Kunpeng let out a scream and turned to run back.

"Close the door and beat the dog."

Lin Xuan put down his teacup and softly uttered four words.