Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 197 The Final Showdown: The Lich War Begins

"Once we reach the Nether Sea, we must remain calm. We cannot reveal ourselves until the Lich War is over. Do you all understand?"

"We understand."

Although Xiang Liu and Jiu Feng were unwilling, they could only nod reluctantly.

"Pack your things and let's set off as soon as possible. I will personally escort you."

"Yes, Lord Ancestral Witch."

Xiang Liu and Jiu Feng hurriedly withdrew, and Di Jiang's expression grew even more somber.

Soon, he summoned many high shamans and began to discuss actions against the demon race.

Both the witch and demon races are undertaking unprecedented large-scale operations.

This intensified the raging evil energy that filled the vast wilderness.

It surged up, blotting out the sky and engulfing everything!

That glimmer of hope, hidden in the darkness, was completely extinguished, and could no longer be seen or grasped.

All the powerful beings in the primordial world felt as if a huge boulder had been placed in their hearts, causing them immense oppression.

A great calamity is about to begin. All living beings below the level of a sage will be subject to this tribulation. May they safely weather this calamity.

Time flies, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Between heaven and earth, a vast and turbulent aura of calamity spread, constantly churning and evolving into endless killing intent.

From cultivators who have attained the Great Luo Dao Fruit or even the Quasi-Saint Dao Fruit, down to newly ascended Earth Immortals and Heavenly Immortals.

They all retreated into their caves without prior arrangement, quietly waiting for the great calamity to pass.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

At some unknown time, the sound of heavenly drums rang out from the Thirty-Three Heavens.

One layer connects to another, one wave impacts another, until finally the drumbeats resound throughout the heavens and the earth, across the four seas and eight wastelands.

Countless cultivators could sense the demon race's fighting spirit and killing intent emanating from the drums!

At some point, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi of the Great Luo Heaven donned the Golden Crow Imperial Robe.

Xihe and Changxi, also clad in soft armor, were women who were just as capable as men.

Following them were Fuxi, Kunpeng, the two great demon saints, 365 Great Luo Star Gods, and 14,800 demon kings at the Taiyi realm.

This is the foundation of the Zhou Tian Star Array, and also the most powerful trump card of the demon race.

Behind the extremely luxurious lineup were countless heavenly soldiers and generals, stretching as far as the eye could see, numbering in the millions.

A strong wind howled in, without a sound; all that could be heard was the whistling of the wind.

"All demons of the Heavenly Court, follow me, Your Majesty, to conquer Buzhou and punish the Witch Clan!"

At the summit of the Great Luo Heaven, Di Jun, who had been silent for a long time, shouted loudly!

Behind Di Jun's voice came the voices of millions of demons: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Then came the sounds of armor and weapons clashing, as the army slowly approached Buzhou Mountain!

This is a force powerful enough to overturn the entire primordial world!

Even the Styx Ancestor, who had unleashed the Blood River Formation, and Zhen Yuanzi, who had set up the Earth Book Formation, were like ants before him, unable to withstand this overwhelming force.

This war is far larger than the Great Calamity of the Longhan Era.

After all, the great calamity of the Dragon-Han era only involved the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin races.

But the current Lich War is a war between the demons, who have integrated countless races, and the sorcerers, who were formed from the essence of Pangu's blood.

Only Buzhou Mountain could withstand a battle of this scale.

Otherwise, if placed anywhere in the primordial world, it would cause unpredictable disasters.

Soon, a similar deep drumbeat resounded from Mount Buzhou.

Dozens of bare-chested shamans, revealing their muscular builds, raised their divine power and beat large drums.

The sound of drums shook the heavens and earth, sweeping across the land.

Although they were far fewer in number than the demon race, their aura was in no way inferior!

In the vast square in front of the Pangu Temple, the eleven Ancestral Witches and a Divine Demon Flag stood at the very front.

Behind them were hundreds of great shamans and countless shaman generals and soldiers.

What was strikingly similar was that they were all shirtless, exuding an extremely fierce aura that threatened to overwhelm everything.

Half a day passed slowly, and the calamity reached its peak. The Witch Clan and the Demon Clan finally met.

At this very moment, Shouyang Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Jin'ao Island, and Mount Sumeru.

The sages of the four religions each used their methods to capture a corner of space and clearly present the scene within their own dojos.

The disciples of the four sects stared wide-eyed, not daring to look away for a moment, their eyes glued to everything on the screen.

Zhao Gongming's expression was also very solemn. The war between the Lich King and the Demon King had finally begun!

Fortunately, he had made preparations in advance and managed to protect most of the human race unharmed.

But without the Sword of Slaughtering Witches, can the Heavenly Court still perish together with the Witch Clan?

But Zhao Gongming quickly shook his head, saying that the war between the witches and demons had restored the spirits to heaven and earth.

How could a few witch-slaying swords possibly reverse the fate of dissolving one's karma?

Zhao Gongming stopped thinking about it and focused intently on the scene of Buzhou Mountain in the picture.

In the Tai Su Heaven, at the Nuwa Palace, Nuwa nervously rose and looked at the familiar figure on Mount Buzhou, her eyes slightly red.

She had calculated it countless times, but the secrets of heaven remained hidden, and even a sage could do nothing about it.

But she had a premonition that her brother was in danger, in great danger!

Standing before Mount Buzhou, Emperor Jun remained calm, the wind whipping his imperial robes in the wind.

"Eleventh Ancestral Witch, you slaughtered nine of my sons! Today, I will exterminate your entire witch clan!"

Although Di Jun was speaking, his eyes were fixed on Da Yi. Once the battle started, Da Yi would definitely be the first to die!

Dijiang laughed heartily, the powerful sound waves shaking the very air and creating a tremendous noise.

"What a joke! What a joke! You two three-legged old birds, a rabble, dare to talk about annihilating my witch clan? It's laughable!"

"Enough talk, we'll see after the fight!"

Di Jun gave Donghuang Taiyi a wink.

In an instant, the demon army charged towards Buzhou Mountain, where countless witches surged forth, their overwhelming killing intent blotting out the sky.

"Sons of the Witch Clan! The Witch Clan, reaching to the heavens and standing firmly on the earth, only the Witch Clan members die in battle, not those who choose to live in dishonor! Brothers, fight! Fight! Fight!"

Dijiang roared and immediately led countless Wu tribesmen to fight!

Donghuang Taiyi wielded the Chaos Bell, and its primordial light astonished the world!

They immediately held off four extremely powerful Ancestral Witches: Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Qiangliang, and Zhurong.

The two great demon saints, Fuxi and Kunpeng, were responsible for supporting the other ancestral witches.

As for Di Jun, his eyes turned bloodshot as he charged directly at Da Yi.

"Da Yi, this day next year will be your death anniversary. Be buried with my sons!"

Dijiang unleashed the Hetu and Luoshu, heavily suppressing Xiang Yi.

In a flash, Da Yi reacted, drew his bow and shot three Xuanbing arrows in one smooth motion.

But Di Jun is a demon emperor who looks down upon the world, not the immature golden crows.

The three Xuanbing arrows were completely incinerated before they even got close to the burning solar fire on the Hetu Luoshu.

The Hetu and Luoshu fell like a giant mountain, smashing Yi directly into the earth.

"Cough cough."

(End of this chapter)