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The battlefield fell silent for a second.

Those demons, their eyes bloodshot from the carnage, looked up at the descending army of the witch clan, and their movements slowed by a beat.

They were used to the Wu tribe's style of fighting, where they would swarm in and engage in hand-to-hand combat—fierce, but mindless. But today, these barbarians were different.

"Form ranks!"

With Lin Xuan's command, the chaotic Wu Clan army that had been charging down suddenly split into several square formations.

The high shaman at the front, wielding a massive shield, stood like a mobile city wall, fiercely blocking the demon race's magical barrage. Behind him, the shaman soldiers surprisingly produced bows and arrows—the Cloud Piercing Bow, improved by Hou Yi, and imbued with runes specifically designed to ward off demonic energy.

"put!"

This command wasn't given by any of the Ancestral Witches, but by Lin Xuan.

"Boom boom boom—!"

A rain of arrows, accompanied by mournful whistles, enveloped the entire vanguard of the demon race.

"ah--!"

Screams rose and fell. Those demon soldiers who usually bullied the witch clan by relying on their ability to fly and their magic fell from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"This...this is impossible!" The leading demon god Guiche stared at the scene, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. "When did the Witch Clan learn to use tactics? Aren't they just known how to brute force?"

"Screw you!" Zhu Rong charged ahead, but he didn't venture deep into enemy territory alone as before. He and Gong Gong flanked each other, forming a pincer movement.

Zhu Rong set fire to the city, and Gong Gong flooded it with water. Water and fire are incompatible? Under Lin Xuan's tutelage, this is a world of "ice and fire"!

The water vapor was heated to a high temperature and turned into scalding high-pressure steam, which directly steamed a group of demons.

"Awesome!" Zhu Rong laughed heartily. "Thirteenth Brother, this 'sauna' trick really works! Gonggong, give it your all!"

"They're here!" Gonggong didn't hesitate, and the waters of the great river came down from the sky, washing away the demons who wanted to escape.

Standing on high ground, Lin Xuan calmly directed the entire operation. His divine sense covered the entire battlefield, and every loophole and every opportunity was clearly presented in his mind.

"Xingtian, advance thirty li on the left flank and cut off their retreat!"

"Hou Yi, take down that ghost chariot that's giving useless orders!"

"Jiufeng, take men to rescue the remaining humans and escort them to the Pangu Palace!"

Commands were issued with precision. Under the control of Lin Xuan, the "brain," the war machine of the Witch Clan unleashed terrifying efficiency.

Above the Demon Court.

Di Jun looked at the battle below, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Useless! All of you are useless!" Di Jun slammed down his wine cup. "Millions of demons, utterly defeated by a bunch of barbarians? Taiyi! Take the men down there! You must turn the tide!"

"Don't worry, brother!" Taiyi had been itching to get started. He carried the Chaos Bell, transformed into a golden light, and charged straight into the battlefield.

"clang--!"

A single bell tolls, suppressing time and space.

The once unstoppable Wu tribe army suddenly froze. Many low-level Wu soldiers were directly shocked, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Taiyi hovered in mid-air, exuding the aura of a peak Quasi-Saint, and was invincible.

"A bunch of barbarians, daring to talk about tactics?" Taiyi sneered. "Before absolute power, all schemes and tricks are a joke! Chaos Bell, suppress!"

The enormous Chaos Bell grew taller in the wind, resembling an ancient divine mountain, and crashed down on Lin Xuan's head.

Taiyi's judgment was very accurate. Lin Xuan was the key figure. As long as Lin Xuan was killed, the Wu Clan would be thrown into chaos.

"Thirteenth Brother, be careful!" Di Jiang was shocked and wanted to help, but he was held back by several demon saints.

Lin Xuan looked up at the large bell.

Are you scared? A little. After all, it's a primordial treasure.

But he didn't dodge.

Because he knew he didn't need to hide.

"Taiyi, have you forgotten something?" Lin Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

Just as the Chaos Bell was about to fall, twelve figures appeared out of thin air around Lin Xuan.

It is not the true form of the Ancestral Witch, but twelve primordial spirit dharma forms!

Yes, the primordial spirit.

With the primordial spirit, the Wu tribe can not only cultivate Taoism, but also control magical treasures, and more importantly—set up formations!

"The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation—Activate!"

boom!

Twelve beams of malevolent energy shot into the sky, instantly coalescing into an enormous figure in mid-air.

Although the figure was illusory, the aura of creation and creation was real.

The true form of Pangu!

Moreover, it is the complete version, without side effects, and can be summoned without self-destruction!

The enormous phantom of Pangu didn't even glance at the Chaos Bell; it simply raised one hand and clenched its fist.

Simple and direct.

He threw a punch.

"clang--!!!"

This loud bang was ten thousand times louder than the one Taiyi had struck earlier.

The Chaos Bell was sent flying by the punch, tumbling hundreds of times in the air and shattering the space around it.

Taiyi coughed up a mouthful of golden blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a distant mountain.

"What?!"

Emperor Jun in the sky was dumbfounded.

The demons underground were dumbfounded.

Even the saints who were watching the battle were so shocked that they stood up.

"This...this is the true form of Pangu?" On Mount Kunlun, the Primordial Celestial Venerable dropped his jade ruyi scepter once more. "No need to burn his essence blood? He summoned it so easily? This is unscientific! This doesn't conform to the laws of Heaven!"

On the battlefield, Lin Xuan stood under the protection of the Pangu phantom, watching Taiyi crawl out of the ruins, his voice echoing in all directions.

"Taiyi, you just said, absolute power?"

"Excuse me, but in terms of power, our Wu tribe is your ancestor."

"Beat them! Beat them to death!"

With Lin Xuan's command, the enormous phantom of Pangu strode forward, chasing after Taiyi. It was a true dimensional reduction attack; each step would crush tens of thousands of demons.

The demon race's defenses have completely collapsed.

As Di Jun watched this scene, the madness in his eyes intensified.

"Fine... fine, you witch clan... since you've forced me into this, then don't blame me!"

A sword appeared in Di Jun's hand.

A sword that was not yet fully forged, but already exuded a nauseating resentment and bloody stench.

The Witch-Slaying Sword.