Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

On Di Jun's side, Lei Zhizu Wu Qiangliang stared coldly at the long sword in his hand.

The deep, bone-revealing wound on his body was inflicted by Di Jun in a moment of carelessness.

The edges of the wound were charred black, with faint crackling lightning. This was Qiangliang's own lightning law trying its best to repair the wound, but the sword wound seemed to be corroded by something, and the healing was extremely slow.

Qiang Liang was secretly alarmed. He had been wary of this sword all along, and the Wu Clan was not unaware of the fact that the demon race had slaughtered humans to forge weapons.

But he still underestimated the power of this sword. Just now, his body, which contained turbid and malevolent energy, was seemingly sliced ​​through by the blade without any resistance.

The sword's edge was imbued with a strange power that was specifically designed to break through the mortal veins' turbid energy and malevolent energy that had tempered the bodies of the witch clan. Before this sword, they were rendered useless, easily broken with a single stab and wounded with a single cut.

Fortunately, the Ancestral Witch had law inscriptions engraved in his body and was also fused with undying spiritual light, which allowed him to withstand some of the damage. Otherwise, this sword strike would have been enough to render him powerless on the spot.

Qiangliang couldn't help but feel secretly relieved, but at the same time, he was also wary.

"Is this the spiritual treasure you forged by slaughtering humans?" Qiang Liang asked in a deep voice, his tone filled with suppressed anger.

A hint of arrogance flashed across Di Jun's face as he pointed his longsword diagonally at the ground, its blade shimmering with a ghastly white light: "Indeed. This sword is called the Witch Slayer, designed to destroy the physical bodies of your Witch Clan. In this battle, you are destined to lose."

"Hmph!" Qiang Liang snorted coldly and said no more. The power of the law surged, and the lightning at the wound suddenly intensified. The charred flesh regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a few breaths, the long, deep wound that revealed the bone was reduced to a faint scar.

He gestured to the two Ancestral Witches, Tianwu and Xizi, and the three of them subtly changed positions, subtly surrounding Dijun in the center.

So what if there's something to counter it? As long as you're not hit by the sword, it's no different than not having nothing. Besides, there are three of them. Even if one of them is injured, the other two can keep the fight going.

Once the wounded had recovered somewhat, they were attacked again by three unharmed Ancestral Witches. In this relentless battle, the outcome was uncertain.

Tianwu launched the first attack, unleashing the Great Dao of Wind. Countless wind blades, carrying the aura of the Great Dao, swept towards Dijun from all directions, while Tianwu himself merged into them. His fist, imbued with turbid evil energy, slammed towards Dijun.

Xi Zi and Qiang Liang also launched a fierce offensive.

Di Jun remained expressionless, and the Hetu Luoshu above his head cast beams of clear light, blocking all the wind blades and nets from the outside.

He wielded the Witch-Slaying Sword repeatedly, the sword light crisscrossing, and although he was attacked by three people in turn, he managed to stabilize his position for a time.

"ah--"

Suddenly, a piercing scream ripped through the battlefield, a sound filled with pain and despair that even made the ordinary liches fighting in the distance tremble.

Upon hearing the sound, Di Jun paused, his mind thrown into disarray, and an opening appeared in his hand. Qiang Liang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his iron fist, crackling with lightning and turbid evil energy, slammed into Di Jun's back, sending him flying through the air, coughing up blood.

"Xuanming! How dare you..." Di Jun rolled over and stood up, not even bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring into the distance with eyes wide with rage.

There, the hand of Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Ice, had pierced Xihe's chest. Xihe's body was wrapped in layers of the Great Dao of Ice and evil energy, as if she were sealed in transparent ice crystals, her expression frozen between horror and pain.

Xuanming completely ignored Dijun, and his turbid evil energy surged into Xihe's body like a tidal wave, eroding her primordial spirit that had been frozen by the Great Dao of Ice.

Turbid and malevolent energy is the nemesis of the primordial spirit. Moreover, Xihe's original essence was damaged and her cultivation level declined due to the pregnancy of ten children. Now, in this state, her primordial spirit is like snowflakes falling into boiling oil, constantly melting away.

She desperately tried to mobilize the Taiyin Dao to resist, but the Dao had been firmly sealed by Xuanming's Ice Dao, as if locked under a layer of ice, and remained motionless.

Despair, pain, and resentment intertwined in Xihe's final consciousness.

She struggled to turn her head, looking at the figure rushing frantically towards her in the distance—her Daoist partner, the father of her child. But it was too far away; Di Jun, tightly bound by several Ancestral Witches, was unable to break through the encirclement no matter what.

She knew she couldn't wait any longer.

Di Jun and the others tried to rescue them, but were held back by their respective opponents. Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and other ancestral witches did their utmost to entangle Tai Yi and the other powerful demons, giving no one a chance to escape.

Di Jun's eyes were bloodshot as he slashed wildly with the Slaughtering Witch Sword, but he could not break through the blockade formed by Qiang Liang and the other two. He could only watch helplessly as Xi He's aura grew weaker and weaker until it finally faded into silence.

On her deathbed, Xihe used all her strength to detonate the last trace of essence in the Taiyin Dao, suddenly breaking free from the shackles of the Ice Dao, and casting a broken avatar into a stream of light into the distance—her final obsession.

Subsequently, her Taiyin Dao was completely shattered by Xuanming's Ice Dao, like cracks exploding on ice, spreading to every corner, and finally collapsing with a deafening roar. Her true spirit was annihilated, and her primordial spirit and physical body were also eroded by the baleful energy, turning into specks of light and dust, scattering with the wind.

Xihe became the first powerful being to fall in the war between the Lich King and the Demon King. The cold, clear light drifted across the bloody battlefield, briefly illuminating a corner before being swallowed by the endless smoke of battle.

"All demons, heed my command—form the Great Celestial Array!"

Di Jun roared to the sky, his voice filled with grief and hatred. He stopped fighting with Qiang Liang and the others, suddenly raised his body, and three hundred and sixty-five star banners flew out from his sleeves, landing in all directions.

The demon generals were already well-trained and immediately took up their positions, each holding a banner.

In an instant, the world changed drastically, as if the entire battlefield had been dragged into the ancient starry sky. Countless illusory stars twinkled overhead, and starlight cascaded down like a waterfall.

The Hetu Luoshu above Di Jun's head flew into the array's core, transforming into the Heluo Grand Array, which merged with the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array. With the two arrays combined, the grand array seemed to come alive, a profound and mysterious artistic conception permeating it, and its power suddenly increased several times.

The dense star power, almost tangible, permeated the bodies of every demon warrior. The demon army, which had already shown signs of defeat, was suddenly energized, their fatigue vanished, and their combat power surged.

The Wu tribe, on the other hand, was sluggish and breathless due to the omnipresent stellar power, and every swing of their weapons felt like struggling in a swamp.

"fall!"

At Di Jun's command, countless illusory images of ancient stars, each carrying a complete stellar path, tore through the void and crashed down upon the Wu Clan's position.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

With each falling star, a vast number of Wu tribe warriors were crushed into a bloody pulp. The earth trembled violently, and bottomless craters exploded in the ground, filled with mangled flesh and blood—a gruesome sight. Those Wu tribe members who miraculously survived were also shaken by the shockwaves, bleeding from all seven orifices and collapsing to the ground, unable to rise.

Seeing this from afar, Dijiang's eyes widened in fury, and he roared, "Gather! Form the formation!"

He joined forces with the other five Ancestral Witches and suddenly unleashed their power, temporarily repelling Donghuang Taiyi and retreating.

The other Ancestral Witches also broke free from their respective opponents and quickly gathered around Dijiang.

The twelve colossal ancestral witches stood side by side, positioned according to the twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons, while simultaneously activating the power left behind by Pangu within their bloodlines.

"roar--"

A colossal giant, towering between heaven and earth, appeared on the primordial land. His muscles writhed like coiled dragons, every vein resembling a giant dragon lying beneath his skin, brimming with explosive power. The giant's eyes shone like the sun and moon, and with each breath, the wind and clouds shifted.

Pangu's true form reappeared in heaven and earth.

The giant reached out and grasped at the void, and endless malevolent energy converged from all directions, condensing into an ancient, massive axe in his palm. A chaotic luster flowed across the axe blade, as if it could cleave everything in two.

With a swing of the giant axe, a heaven-opening axe beam, carrying the power to destroy everything, cleaved towards the core of the Zhou Tian Star Array.

Wherever the axe's blade passed, space was instantly obliterated, leaving behind a pitch-black void rift that could not heal for a long time.

Within the Zhou Tian Star Array, Di Jun's face was contorted with rage as he frantically cast incantations. Countless illusory stars converged within the array, transforming into a meteor shower that hurtled towards the axe beam.

"Boom!"

Two world-destroying forces collided, and everything at their boundary instantly vanished. Light, sound, space, and time all seemed to disappear in that instant.

Visible aftershocks spread in all directions, causing mountains to crumble and the earth to split, even compressing space into visible ripples. The entire primordial world trembled violently, as if unable to withstand such power.

"drink!"

With a roar, Pangu's true form swung his axe once more. He was now reckless, pouring all the power of the twelve ancestral witches into each strike, determined to cleave the great formation apart.

It was another earth-shattering collision. This time, Di Jun's face suddenly turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the array's core. The Zhou Tian Star Array trembled violently, the starlight flickering, and it seemed on the verge of collapse.

Upon seeing this, Donghuang Taiyi roared and immediately struck the Chaos Bell into the array's core. The Chaos Bell hovered above the core, its resounding chime suppressing all directions. The array instantly stabilized, and the starlight shone brightly once more, even more brilliantly than before.

Di Jiang and the others' expressions turned extremely ugly. Originally, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was slightly better than the Zhou Tian Star Formation, but after Hou Tu transformed into the Samsara, the newly promoted Chi You, although he forcibly broke through the Ancestral Witch Realm with the essence of the Ancestral Witch's blood, was ultimately not stable enough to reach the level Hou Tu had reached back then.

The power of the grand formation has been greatly reduced. If the stalemate continues like this, defeat will be inevitable when facing the complete version of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Formation.

Pangu's true form raised the giant axe once again, but this time, even the axe's edge was dimmer than before.

The surrounding witch warriors stared at the giant's retreating figure, their fighting spirit gradually tinged with fear. Meanwhile, on the demon side, under the starlight, every face was etched with madness and excitement.

The balance of power is slowly tilting towards the demon race. This battle is crucial to the fate of the race. Is this how the witch race will end?

The Wu tribe, who do not believe in heaven or fate and only revere Pangu, will not admit defeat, even if it means death!