Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

The battle of the saints erupted in the depths of chaos, with five holy lights shining like the sun in the sky, turning the boundless void a pale white.

Under the nine rays of holy light, the two armies finally clashed with a thunderous roar.

In that instant, chaos seemed to be shattered.

The first to charge into the enemy ranks were the Wu tribe.

Dijiang let out a long roar, his figure suddenly tearing through the void, and when he reappeared, he was already deep in the heart of the Olympus army formation.

With a single punch, the space shattered like glass, a dark rift running across the army formation, and several unsuspecting gods screamed as they were swallowed up.

Zhu Jiuyin followed closely behind, and the laws of time quietly unfolded. The movements of the gods in the Olympian army suddenly slowed down, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

Seizing this moment, the Wu tribe's youths pounced on the sheep like wolves, their fists striking with brutal force, blasting the frozen deity into dust.

With a wave of his hand, Gonggong unleashed a torrent of floodwaters from the chaos, scattering the angelic vanguard of the Holy Light Kingdom to pieces.

Zhu Rong roared to the sky, unleashing a volcanic eruption of fire that overwhelmed the Asgardian warriors, whose armor twisted and deformed in the flames.

The Olympian gods, of course, would not sit idly by and wait for their doom.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, was the first to rise up.

He raised his trident high, and a raging torrent suddenly surged forth from the chaos, colliding violently with Gonggong's flood and creating a towering curtain of water.

He stood atop the wave, sea air surging around him, and roared:

"You barbaric bastard, how dare you lay your hands on the glory of Olympus?"

Before the words were finished and the water curtain had even fallen, a dark figure stepped out from the Netherworld.

Hades, the god of the underworld, wore an invisible helmet, his figure appearing and disappearing intermittently. He silently swung his staff, sending a jet-black aura of death straight towards Ru Shou.

Ru Shou sneered, and the Law of Metal transformed into a sharp beam, cleaving through the death aura. He then swung a palm strike at Hades' face.

Ares, the God of War, then sought out the elite of the Witch Clan. Holding a spear, his eyes bloodshot and his body burning with battle intent, he thrust out the spear and pierced through the chest of a Witch Clan warrior.

He grinned maliciously as he drew his spear, ready to find his next prey, when a figure blocked his way.

Jumang's body surged with vitality, transforming into a green vine that wrapped around Ares's spear, and he said in a deep voice:

"Your fighting spirit is interesting. Unfortunately, your opponent is me."

Ares roared and tried to draw his spear, but the vines tightened their grip. Jumang struck down with a palm strike, forcing Ares to abandon his spear and retreat in a sorry state.

The sun god Apollo swooped down from the sky in his sun chariot, his golden light shining brightly, and wherever he passed, the warriors of the Wu tribe were burned and their flesh torn apart.

The moon goddess Artemis, hidden in the shadows, unleashed a rapid barrage of arrows from her silver bow, which shot towards the witch's army like meteors, each arrow precisely claiming a life.

Athena, the goddess of wisdom, stood behind the army, her body radiating with the light of wisdom. She continuously rearranged the formation of the Olympian gods using tactics, managing to reunite the scattered army.

She commanded the gods to form a defensive formation and used shields to protect the wounded deities, thus slightly halting the rout.

Although Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, was not skilled in killing, she used her alluring power to bewitch the minds of several witch warriors, causing them to kill each other.

Hermes, the messenger of the gods, moved with lightning speed across the battlefield, relaying battle information to the Olympian gods and occasionally ambushing lone enemies.

Hephaestus, the god of fire, set up a furnace behind the battle lines to forge weapons for the gods. The molten iron was poured onto the battlefield, scalding many of the witch warriors.

However, despite their bravery, the Olympian gods were ultimately no match for the combined forces of the sorcerers and the dragons.

The First Dragon led his dragon army down from the Chaos, his dragon breath pouring down like a waterfall. Poseidon's raging waves were evaporated by the dragon breath, and Hades' death aura was dispersed by the dragon's might.

With a swipe of its ten-thousand-foot-long body, the Ancestral Dragon swept its tail, sending several deities flying backward. The Olympian army was torn apart once again.

On the other side, the angelic army of the Holy Light Kingdom also encountered the Phoenix Clan's blazing flames.

Yuan Feng led the Phoenix Clan to soar high into the sky, the flames of rebirth falling like fireflies across the heavens. The angelic army protected them with holy light, but ultimately could not stop the flames of rebirth from burning them.

Archangel Michael, wielding a flaming sword, charged towards Yuan Feng, braving the flames of Nirvana. The holy light and flames collided violently with the Nirvana fire, sparks flying everywhere.

Michael roared, "You monstrous bird, how dare you blaspheme the Lord's holy light?"

With a clear cry, Yuan Feng flapped its wings, and the Nirvana Fire transformed into a sea of ​​fire, completely surrounding Michael.

Archangel Gabriel sounded his trumpet, the sound of which shook the chaos. Countless angels, empowered by the trumpet, surged with holy light and launched a frenzied counterattack.

Archangel Raphael continuously healed the wounded angels with his healing light; wherever the holy light reached, charred wings grew back and broken limbs were reconnected.

Archangel Uriel was surrounded by the flames of judgment, which clashed with the phoenix's blazing fire. The two flames devoured each other in the chaos, creating a vacuum.

However, the Phoenix Clan's Nirvana Fire is ultimately the primordial fire from the beginning of time.

Michael's Fiery Sword gradually developed cracks during his battle with Yuan Feng.

Uriel's flames of judgment, consumed by the flames of rebirth, gradually dimmed.

Although the angelic army of the Holy Light Kingdom shone with holy light, it gradually showed signs of weakness under the onslaught of the phoenix's flames and the attack of the witch army.

In Asgard, the fighting was even more brutal, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Thor wielded Mjolnir, and with each strike, thunder roared and blasted several sorcerer warriors to smithereens' graves.

He charged into the formation with a loud laugh, like a raging beast; no one could stop the Mjolnir he wielded.

Tyr, the God of War, wields his longsword, silently reaping lives; wherever his blade points, none can withstand its might.

Loki, the god of fire, transformed into countless eerie figures, roaming the battlefield and using fire and illusion to disrupt the formation of the primordial army.

The god of harvest, Frey, was brimming with life force, which healed the wounds of the heroic warriors, allowing the fallen spirits to rise again and again.

Freya, the goddess of love, stood at the edge of the battlefield, her alluring power enveloping an area, causing the approaching demon warriors to lose their senses and be killed by the heroic warriors.

Heimdall, the god of guardians, blew the Watchful Horn, and the sound of that horn could awaken the fighting spirits of heroic warriors, making those already valiant heroes even more frenzied.

The three Fates spin the threads of destiny behind the battle lines. Whenever a heroic warrior falls in battle, they spin the threads of destiny anew, allowing those warriors to rise again.

Asgard's offensive was only halted when Zhu Rong's blazing fire and Kunpeng's chilling aura from the Northern Sea struck simultaneously.

Zhu Rong and Thor clashed violently, their flames and lightning intertwining into a destructive vortex, the two locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Kunpeng then used the Northern Darkness's chilling energy to freeze Frey's Ring of Life, preventing those heroic warriors from ever being resurrected.

Tyr charged toward Kunpeng with his sword, but was blown away by a single wing from Kunpeng's enormous form.

Despite their bravery, the warriors of Valhalla were ultimately forced into retreat by the combined attack of fire and cold.

The celestial army of the Brahma Realm was tightly bound by the demon army and the Qilin army.

The God of War, Indra, rode a divine elephant, surrounded by lightning, and engaged in a fierce battle with the Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Where the divine elephant stomped, chaos shattered, and the great saints of the demon race were forced to retreat repeatedly.

Vishnu, the guardian god, sits atop the Garuda, the divine bird, and his divine wheel of vision spins like the moon, shattering all the angels and demons that approach.

Shiva, the god of destruction, stood in the center of the battlefield, his body radiating an aura of destruction. Anyone who stepped into that area was obliterated by that power of life and death.

The goddess of wisdom, the goddess of eloquence, plucked the lyre, and the music, like sacred chants, resonated, disturbing the minds of the demon warriors.

Wherever the music reached, the demon warriors clutched their heads, writhing in agony.

The god of wealth, Kubera, was surrounded by golden light, which could condense into a rain of gold that turned into arrows and shot towards the primordial army.

The wind god Fayou transformed into a raging storm, the fire god Agni transformed into a blazing inferno, the water god Varuna transformed into a raging flood, and the moon god Soma showered down the cold moonlight, all of which neutralized the demon army's offensive.

However, the First Qilin led its army of Qilins on a cloud, and the auspicious aura transformed into an invisible barrier, completely isolating the Brahma realm from the sounds of Brahma and illusions.

The supreme majesty of the Qilin clan pressed down, and the power of birth, death, and reincarnation of the gods in the Brahma Realm was gradually dissolved by the auspicious aura.

The Kunpeng's chilling aura also swept in from the other side, freezing the golden rain and gale that filled the sky.

The Celestial Legion was surrounded by the demon army and the Qilin army, making it difficult to advance any further.

The two armies were locked in a fierce battle, their blood staining the chaos and their corpses covering the void.

One of the witch warriors fell, and two demon warriors took his place.

An Asura, despite having both legs severed, still lunged forward and bit off the enemy's neck.

This chaotic battle lasted for an unknown period of time, with the primordial army surging forward wave after wave like a tide, gradually devouring and annexing the army of the chaotic gods.