Houtu is infatuated with me, so I made her lean against the wall.

"How is that possible? They clearly haven't attained enlightenment, so how can they withstand the pressure of a saint?"

Looking at Di Jiang and the others, Di Jun's expression was extremely gloomy.

Below the sage, all are but ants.

Taiyi has now attained sainthood and possesses the innate treasure, the Eastern Emperor Bell. Even though he has only recently become a saint, his strength is far greater than that of a fully-fledged Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

But now, the strongest among Dijiang and others is only at the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm, so why are they able to withstand the saintly pressure of Taiyi?

Moreover, how did the twelve ancestral witches manage to unleash their combined aura and soar into the sky with such ferocity?

"You scruffy bird, today we'll show you the power of your newly ascended saint—the void is torn apart!"

Dijiang looked at the shocked demons and a cold smile appeared on his face. With a wave of his hand, a powerful spatial divine power shot towards Taiyi.

"snort!"

"Below the sage, all are but ants; the true fire of the sun will burn the heavens to ashes!"

Upon seeing this, Taiyi's expression darkened, and he raised his hand, unleashing a sky full of true solar fire.

The scorching true fire of the sun distorted the surrounding space, and Dijiang's spatial supernatural powers were quickly extinguished under the true fire of the sun.

The rich power of the sage, swirling beneath the true fire of the sun, transformed into a three-legged golden crow.

The three-legged golden crow let out a shriek, flapped its wings and soared into the sky, spewing forth a sky full of true solar fire as it shot towards Dijiang and the others.

Sharp claws tore through the sky, heading straight for Dijiang's head.

"As expected of a sage, the power of his attack is simply beyond the resistance of ordinary people!"

Seeing Taiyi casually unleash the powerful True Fire of the Sun, which distorted the very space it burned, and even the aftershocks caused the witch blood within them to boil, Dijiang's expression turned solemn.

"No, we can't fight here, we need to find another place!"

The twelve ancestral witches were protected by a great formation, so even if Taiyi attained sainthood, he could not harm them.

However, the group of great shamans and shaman soldiers behind them were unable to resist.

Even the aftershocks are not something they can withstand.

Seeing the incoming solar fire and the three-legged golden crow, Dijiang made a decision and roared, "The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, activate!"

As Dijiang finished speaking, Zhujiuyin and the other ancestral witches unleashed their magical powers.

The twelve magical powers and supernatural abilities condensed into one, and Dijiang and the others transformed into a streak of light, quickly merging together.

At the same time, the will of Pangu in the primordial world rapidly coalesced, combining with Dijiang and others to form a towering figure whose top could not be seen and whose face was blurred.

"Utterly worthless!"

Seeing the three-legged golden crow and the true fire of the sun shooting towards him, the blurry figure threw a punch.

In an instant, space collapsed, and spatial turbulence raged wildly, blasting the sky full of solar fire and the three-legged golden crow into dust.

All the way, it smashed towards Taiyi with unstoppable force.

"How is that possible!"

Taiyi's pupils contracted, his magical power circulated rapidly, and the laws condensed quickly. The Eastern Emperor Bell vibrated rapidly, and waves of sound froze the surroundings.

The powerful fist force paused for a moment in the void under the suppression of the Eastern Emperor Bell. Then, the dense law of power quickly broke through the time-space freeze, and the vast power made the demon race unable to breathe.

Upon seeing this, Taiyi's expression turned solemn. Without hesitation, he mobilized the power of the Heavenly Dao to empower himself. At the same time, the Eastern Emperor Bell hovered above Taiyi's head, radiating boundless divine light.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar that silenced heaven and earth resounded through the sky.

Taiyi was sent flying backward by the punch.

Taiyi was in the void, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had suffered severe internal injuries from that punch.

Fortunately, Donghuang Zhong absorbed most of the attack; otherwise, that single blow would have either killed Taiyi or severely injured him.

"Damn it, how can they be so strong?"

Aren't all those below the level of a sage just ants?

Why were Di Jiang and others able to defeat him, a saint, when they were only at the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm?

Also, who exactly is the phantom that Dijiang and the others merged with?

Why does it possess such power?

On the other side, the illusory figure saw Taiyi flying backward through endless space and roared, "Xingtian, lead the Witch Clan to annihilate the Demon Clan!"

After speaking, the phantom reached out and made a gesture, and a spatial passage appeared.

Upon seeing this, the phantom immediately plunged into it and sped after Taiyi.

"Damn it, Dijiang and the others are too powerful. Could it be that even Taiyi can't withstand them?"

As the illusory figure departed, the intense pressure dissipated abruptly. After a moment of relief, Di Jun and the others felt uneasy once again.

They never expected that Dijiang and his group had such a trump card.

With the help of a powerful formation, how could someone possibly defeat a saint? What kind of monstrous combat power is this?

"Your Majesty, the most urgent task is to quickly weaken the power of the Witch Clan!"

"There's no need to worry about the Eastern Emperor for now. No matter how powerful the formation set up by the Twelve Ancestral Witches is, it cannot easily defeat him!"

"Besides, we have the Dao Ancestor backing us up!"

"As long as we massacre the Witch Clan, their fortunes will inevitably decline. With this shift in fortunes, it's not impossible for us to suppress the Witch Clan!"

Bai Ze, with a solemn expression, waved his goose feather fan, looked at the approaching Wu Clan army, and said with a glint in his eyes.

"good!"

"Ten Demon Gods, heed my command: annihilate the Witch Clan!"

Upon hearing this, a ruthless look appeared on Di Jun's face, and he immediately gave the order.

"yes!"

Upon hearing this, Yingzhao and the other demon gods responded and gathered their demon soldiers, charging towards Xingtian and the others.

In an instant, supernatural powers clashed, laws collided, and spiritual treasures flew about wildly.

The earth-shattering sounds of battle echoed through the void.

Xing Tian, ​​wielding his axe and shield, charged into the front lines. With each strike of his mountain-splitting axe, a large number of demons were slaughtered.

A strong aura of battle principles surrounded Xing Tian, ​​making him increasingly courageous in battle.

Even demons like Yingzhao, who were at the mid-stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, were no match for Xing Tian and could only join forces to resist his attacks.

Hou Yi drew his bow and shot an arrow. With each arrow, the demons along the way vanished into nothingness. Even the true spirits were completely annihilated by Hou Yi's arrows.

Kuafu held a peach wood staff, and with a wave of his hand, countless branches carrying immense power frantically coiled around Ji Meng and the other demon gods. Strands of innate toxins formed by the laws of wood continued to spread, leaving Ji Meng and the other demon gods in a sorry state.

The group of witch soldiers, relying on their powerful physical bodies, charged recklessly through the demon army.

Although they are fewer in number than the demon race, their individual combat strength far surpasses that of the demon race.

For a time, the demon race was suppressed and beaten by the witch race.

Upon witnessing this scene, Di Jun's expression darkened. He dispatched all the ancient supreme beings and other revered figures to stabilize the frontline battle, while he, along with Fuxi and Bai Ze, stayed behind to oversee the battle, constantly mobilizing the demon army to encircle and kill the witch clan.

With the intervention of the ancient supreme beings and other deities, the decline was barely stabilized, and they were able to stand on equal footing with the Wu tribe.

In particular, the Eastern King Duke alone perfectly suppressed Kuafu, causing Kuafu to suffer repeated defeats.

Instantly, countless corpses fell from the void, divine blood sprayed, and a rain of blood descended from the sky.

A fierce battle spread through the void.