High-end prehistoric world, suppressing ascendants at the start.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible suction force came, and Hou Yi was horrified to find that his body was uncontrollably floating towards the Taoist in green robes.

Chen Feng reached out and casually grabbed Hou Yi by the back of the neck, as if picking up a chick. The once arrogant transmigrator, who considered himself the protagonist of destiny, was now completely limp, unable to even muster a thought of resistance, his eyes filled only with endless fear and bewilderment.

"Come on, I'll take you to a 'good place' so you can keep your fellow sufferer, the Golden Crow, company."

Chen Feng's voice remained calm, as if he were doing something insignificant.

His figure slowly faded away, like an ink painting being blurred by water, until it finally disappeared completely. From his appearance to his departure, it was only a few breaths, yet it felt as if an entire era had passed.

Where they had been, only a forest ravaged by the violent, malevolent energy remained, along with a group of witch warriors who had just arrived and witnessed this unbelievable scene.

They stood there, mouths agape, stunned and bewildered.

In their eyes, the Houyi Great Shaman, who had just been acting like a madman and was fierce and intimidating, was simply... carried away easily by a Taoist priest in a green robe who suddenly appeared, as if he were carrying cargo.

Throughout the entire process, the Great Witch Hou Yi did not offer even the slightest decent resistance.

Who exactly is that Taoist priest in green robes? What is he going to do? And where was the Great Shaman Hou Yi taken?

A series of questions exploded in their minds like thunder, leaving them completely stunned.

Meanwhile, in the distance, Xing Tian and the other great shamans, who had just chased after Hou Yi not far from the tribe, suddenly stopped in their tracks. They keenly sensed that the violent and unfamiliar aura belonging to Hou Yi had suddenly... vanished into thin air ahead.

They vanished completely, as if they had never existed.

Xingtian's enormous, bell-like eyes stared intently in the direction where the aura had vanished. The anger on his face slowly faded, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and astonishment.

He knew that things had developed far beyond his expectations. A catastrophe that should have been ignited by Hou Yi seemed to have been forcibly suppressed by a more mysterious and unfathomable force.

But is this a blessing or a curse?

The shadow of the Lich Wars did not dissipate; instead, it was shrouded in an even more eerie and unpredictable atmosphere due to this sudden turn of events.

The real crisis seems to have only just been temporarily suppressed, but the huge whirlpool hidden beneath the surface has already begun to slowly turn.

Chen Feng's figure emerged from nothingness, as if stepping out from the background of an ink wash landscape painting, without a sound. He carried the completely suppressed Hou Yi as if he were carrying an insignificant dead object, about to traverse endless space in one step and return to his own abode.

However, just as he was about to lift his foot, the entire primordial world sank!

Boom!

It wasn't thunder, but the very Dao itself trembling! Centered on Chen Feng, the void in all directions rippled violently like a lake where a boulder had been thrown in. Then, twelve auras filled with wildness, dominance, antiquity, and extreme power descended like twelve ancient divine pillars supporting the sky and the earth!

Each breath represents an ultimate law of the Great Dao, the purest inheritance of Pangu's bloodline! Space, time, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder, wind, lightning, rain, and poison! The twelve primordial forces intertwine, forming a net that instantly seals off this vast and boundless land!

The earth stopped breathing, the wind and clouds froze, and even the ever-flowing spiritual energy of heaven and earth trembled and prostrated itself on the ground under the descent of these twelve wills.

In the void, twelve towering demon god figures slowly emerged. They were all different in form: some had four wings and six legs, some had snake bodies and human faces, some were covered in bone spurs, and some had beast heads and human bodies. But without exception, they all exuded a terrifying aura of arrogance, as if they were the only ones who mattered and regarded all things in the world as straw dogs.

They are the true rulers of this vast and ancient land—the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

The leader, shaped like a yellow sac and red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings, was a chaotic, faceless being—the Ancestral Witch of Space, Dijiang! The spatial laws surrounding him were like boiling water, distorting the light and making his figure appear blurry yet omnipresent.

Beside him stood a human-faced, snake-bodied being, entirely crimson, whose eyes, when opened and closed, reflected the phantom of the river of time—it was none other than the Time Ancestral Witch, Zhu Jiuyin!

"roar!"

A violent roar exploded forth as Gonggong, the water god with the most fiery temper, stepped forward. Beneath his feet, endless black weak waters sprang up from nowhere, transforming into towering waves within which countless wronged souls howled. His enormous, bell-like eyes stared intently at Chen Feng, his voice like the grinding of ancient ice: "Why waste words with him! If he dares to touch my Wu clan's sons, take him down first!"

"That's right! Whoever he is, if he dares to run wild in my Wu Clan's territory, he shall die!" The fire god Zhu Rong's body was engulfed in the fierce Nanming Li Fire, which burned half of the sky red, and his violent aura almost ignited the void.

The twelve Ancestral Witches formed a pincer movement, trapping Chen Feng in the center. The pressure, a mixture of twelve primordial baleful energies, was enough to instantly annihilate any Great Luo Golden Immortal. Even a Quasi-Saint would feel his scalp tingle and dare not directly confront it! This was the majesty of the true bloodline of Pangu, the absolute power of the overlord of the primordial world!

However, Chen Feng, who was at the center of the storm, didn't even flinch.

He stopped and looked around at the twelve demon gods whose auras were earth-shattering. His thin face showed no fear, but rather an obvious... impatience.

It was as if he was dealing with a troublesome matter, but was surrounded by a group of noisy children.

On Dijiang's faceless face, two beams of light seemed to pierce through layers of space, landing on Chen Feng. His voice was deep and resolute: "Chen Feng, I know you are working for the Dao Ancestor! But why did you capture my clan's Great Witch Hou Yi? Release him immediately!"

His voice contained the profound truths of the Great Dao of Space; every word seemed capable of tearing through the void and shaking the primordial spirit.

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng not only didn't reply, but instead seemed to have heard a joke, a faint mockery curling at the corner of his mouth. He shook the Hou Yi in his hand, which was like a dead dog, its eyes filled with resentment and terror, yet unable to utter a sound, and raised his chin at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"I'm telling you, you twelve blockheads, besides knowing how to fight and kill, are you carrying stones on your necks?"

Upon hearing this, the aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly faltered!

mad! So crazy!

Since the birth of the Wu tribe, they have dominated the primordial land. Not to mention insulting them to their faces as "blockheads," anyone who dares to show them the slightest disrespect has long since turned into dust!

Gonggong and Zhurong were so enraged that they almost attacked on the spot.

But Chen Feng's next words forced them to suppress their urge to attack.