Primordial Era: I, the auspicious beast Pixiu, am the darling of the Great Dao.

At this moment.

Both harbored their own ulterior motives and had different thoughts. Then, like Nuwa, they turned their gaze to the projection of the laws and quietly observed this earth-shattering war between the lich and the demon.

当今。

Not only Tianlu and others from Phoenix Perch Mountain, but also all living beings in the primordial world, as well as the three thousand mortals who once listened to the Dao in the Purple Cloud Palace, all separated a wisp of their divine consciousness and hid in the void, quietly observing this unprecedented battle.

On the battlefield of the Lich King, malevolent energy surged like a dragon, soaring straight to the heavens.

Di Jun, Tai Yi, Fu Xi, and the Ten Demon Saints stood proudly in the sky, facing the Twelve Ancestral Witches on the earth below.

Behind them stretched an endless army of demons, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars, while the army of witches, like a black torrent, stood facing each other across the land.

Di Jun stepped forward, his body radiating the profound starlight of the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams, and spoke.

"You witch race are cruel and inhumane, ignorant of the will of Heaven, wantonly slaughtering all living beings in the primordial world, feeding on all races; your crimes are simply unforgivable!"

"Today, our demon race, in accordance with the will of Heaven, vows to seek justice for all living beings in the primordial world and wipe out you barbarians!"

As he spoke, Di Jun's immense divine sense swept across the area below, instantly revealing the current strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

They are all at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint level!

Since they were both at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, Di Jun possessed a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, had Taiyi by his side who held an innate supreme treasure, and had a massive army of billions of demons as his backing.

Do you think the demon race should avoid the wrath of the witch race?!

As Di Jun's angry rebuke resounded throughout the heavens and earth amidst the surge of magical power, the billions of demons behind him immediately followed suit, shouting in unison.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Seek justice for all souls!"

The deafening roars converged, as if to overturn the primordial sky.

Listening to Di Jun's high-sounding words, Di Jiang, the first of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Ancestral Witch of Space Speed, couldn't help but look up at the sky and let out a wild and arrogant laugh, and shouted.

"Utterly ridiculous!"

"In the primordial world, the strong prey on the weak, and only the fittest survive; this is an eternal and unchanging principle!"

"We, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, are the embodiment of the essence and blood of our Father God Pangu. We were born to rule this world. You so-called myriad spirits are nothing but ants beneath our feet and food for our mouths. How dare you speak of justice to us?!"

After Dijiang spoke, Zhurong, the most hot-tempered of the fire ancestor witches, could no longer suppress his killing intent. His Nanming Li Fire surged into the sky, and he pointed at Dijun, Taiyi, and the others, cursing them loudly.

"A bunch of hairy, horned, wet-born, flat-haired beasts dare to bark before us, the true descendants of Pangu!"

"Today we'll roast all of you scruffy birds and serve you as a snack for our Wu tribe's sons!"

As Zhu Rong's roar echoed across the sky, the millions of Wu tribe soldiers behind him, like Zhu Rong, cursed at the demon army in the heavens.

"A bunch of furry, horned beasts dare to run wild in our Wu tribe's territory!"

"Kill all these scruffy birds and defend the glory of our Father!"

At this moment, as the two sides were exchanging insults, the Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin stepped forward, the laws of time flowing around his body, and said in a low voice.

"If you're going to fight, then fight! Why waste time arguing like this!"

"If you came here seeking justice, you shouldn't have launched a sneak attack, causing the fall of one of our great witches!"

Di Jun's face turned ashen, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. As the dignified emperor of the demon race, holding a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, how could he tolerate such provocation from barbarians?

"Are you afraid of me?!"

Emperor Jun, enraged, laughed instead. The Hetu and Luoshu in his hand shone brightly, and he swung them down suddenly.

"Demons, heed my command! Kill!"

Upon seeing this, the twelve Ancestral Witches unleashed a devastating burst of blood and qi from their massive, mountain-like bodies, soaring straight into the Thirty-Third Heaven. Dijiang roared to the sky.

"Sons of the Witch Clan, follow me and kill!"

In an instant, billions of demon armies and tens of millions of witch armies clashed together.

In an instant, the deafening shouts of battle even caused the void above Buzhou Mountain to tremble, as endless malevolent and demonic energies clashed and fought.

And in the vast sky, the most powerful forces in the primordial world instantly erupted into an earth-shattering battle.

The twelve Ancestral Witches, their blood and qi surging to the heavens, surrounded by the laws of the Great Dao, directly confronted Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, and the ten Demon Saints.

Donghuang Taiyi was arrogant and unparalleled. With the Chaos Bell, a supreme innate treasure, above his head, its resounding sound suppressed all things in the primordial chaos. He directly fought against seven ancestral witches, including Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, all by himself.

Di Jun, holding the Hetu and Luoshu, with starlight flowing around him, faced off against the two most hot-tempered ancestral witches, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong.

Fuxi then unleashed the supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Fuxi Qin, whose music transformed into countless deadly blades, battling the two ancestral witches, Xuanming and Shebishi.

Meanwhile, the ten demon saints, including Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and Bai Ze, joined forces to form an array and gang up on the ancestor of wind, Wu Tianhao.

As the two sides clashed, the light from the collision of supernatural powers and laws filled the heavens and earth.

However, the moment they clashed, all the powerful beings from the primordial era who were secretly observing from the void were completely stunned.

The battle was completely different from the evenly matched contest they had imagined!

The once arrogant Donghuang Taiyi, despite having the Chaos Bell, a supreme innate treasure, above his head and being protected by countless streams of Xuanhuang Qi, appeared extremely disheveled in the face of the siege of the seven Ancestral Witches.

After all, the Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, making them incredibly powerful from a young age. Furthermore, each of them controlled a complete Great Dao Law, and their every move possessed the power to destroy the world.

The seven Great Dao Laws combined to launch an attack, along with the terrifying physical body of the Ancestral Witch, capable of tearing apart innate spiritual treasures, continuously bombarding the Chaos Bell.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Although the Chaos Bell possessed unparalleled defense, its protective aura was still violently shaken under the relentless bombardment of seven mid-stage Quasi-Saint Ancestral Witches.

Taiyi was so shocked that his blood and qi surged, and he retreated repeatedly. He was forced to flee in terror, completely losing the domineering power of the Eastern Emperor that he usually possessed.

Dijiang's massive body instantly traversed space, blasting away Donghuang Taiyi, who was protected by the Chaos Bell, with a single punch, while simultaneously uttering a mocking remark.

"It's nothing but a three-legged crow, relying on its tortoise shell, yet it dares to provoke us, the true descendants of Pangu?!"

On the other hand, Di Jun's situation was equally miserable.

Although the two ancestral witches, Zhurong and Gonggong, usually disliked each other.

But now that they've joined forces, they've unleashed an unimaginable and terrifying power.

"Water and fire are merciless, give them to my town!"

Zhu Rong's Nanming Fire scorched the heavens and boiled the seas, while Gong Gong commanded the Three Lights Divine Water to submerge the sky. With the combination of water and fire, the laws of the Great Dao became as vast as the sea, which even a late-stage Quasi-Saint would probably find difficult to resist.

Although Di Jun's Hetu Luoshu was profound, it was just like Taiyi's, fleeing in disarray and in a sorry state, given that Zhu Rong and Gong Gong had joined forces to create the Great Dao of Water and Fire.

Even the usually gentle and refined Fuxi is currently suffering greatly.

The sound waves of the Fuxi Qin were so powerful that they could tear through the void.

The problem was that when the sound waves struck the powerful bodies of Xuanming and Shebishi, the Ancestral Witches, they couldn't even leave a Dao White Mark. Instead, they were forced to retreat repeatedly, facing constant danger.

Fuxi's principle of cause and effect could not forcibly shake the physical body of the ancestral witch.

But what surprised everyone the most were the ten demon saints.

The ten early-stage Quasi-Saints ganged up on Tianhao, the Ancestral Witch of Wind, but were chased around the void by Tianhao, who controlled the world-destroying Nine Heavens Gale. Their miserable screams were endless.

The high-level combat power of the demon race was completely overwhelmed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Not only that, the demon army below was also experiencing a one-sided massacre.

Although the number of witches is far less than that of demons, their individual strength is outrageously powerful.

A Golden Immortal-level Wu Clan warrior, relying on his powerful physique and fearless fighting style, was able to kill ten demons of the same realm. The demons' spells hit them as if they were just tickling them.

Even a Golden Immortal Wu Clan member could easily take on a demon king at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level.

In this massive war between the lich and the demon race, the demon race suffered a series of defeats and was powerless to fight back.