My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

When Houtu returned to her cave, her expression was more solemn than ever before.

Meng Chuan was sitting cross-legged on a bluestone, meditating with his eyes closed. Sensing her presence, he slowly opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"The demon race has begun capturing humans on a large scale."

Houtu sat down opposite him, her voice low and deep, "It's not just the border areas; even the tribes in the heart of the human race have been attacked. Dijun has dispatched dozens of elite squads specifically to capture humans and escort them to the Heavenly Court."

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow: "The speed is faster than I expected."

"You mentioned the Witch-Slaying Sword to me before."

Houtu stared directly at him. "You said that would only happen in the later stages of the Lich War, but the war has only just begun, and the demon race has already made their move."

"This shows that Dijun is more anxious than I thought."

Meng Chuan stood up, walked to the cave entrance, and looked towards the eastern horizon stained with the flames of war. "He lost nine sons, and Taiyi just severely injured Xuanming. The demon race seems to have the upper hand, but in reality, they haven't gained a decisive advantage. The witch race's foundation is much deeper than he imagined. Dragging this out will be detrimental to the demon race."

"Therefore, he needs to use the Witch-Slaying Sword to break the deadlock."

Houtu stood up and stood beside him: "Once the Slaughtering Witch Sword is forged, the physical advantage of the Witch Clan will be greatly weakened. At that time, the Demon Clan can take the opportunity to launch a general offensive and crush the Witch Clan in one fell swoop."

"That makes sense." Meng Chuan turned to look at her. "But what do you plan to do? Just tell your brothers that the demon race is forging a sword specifically to counter the witch race?"

Houtu remained silent.

Of course, she couldn't say that.

She is now "Houtu," but she is not the Houtu of this world—

She is a soul that has transmigrated here, another Houtu with memories of her past life.

If she directly revealed the matter of the Slaughtering Witch Sword, it would inevitably arouse suspicion from the other Ancestral Witches.

"I can guide them to discover it themselves."

Houtu pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "The demon race's capture of humans is on such a large scale that it's impossible to hide it from the witch race. I just need to get my brothers to notice this, and after a little analysis, they will naturally realize the threat involved."

Meng Chuan nodded: "That's feasible."

Houtu gave him a deep look: "Will you make a move?"

"It depends."

Meng Chuan's answer was as vague as ever, "If they can handle it themselves, I won't interfere. But if those old guys hiding behind the scenes can't hold back—" He paused, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Then I'll play with them."

The demon race's operation to capture humans reached an astonishing scale in just half a month.

According to incomplete statistics, at least 100,000 humans were abducted by the demon race and taken to the Heavenly Court.

These humans were imprisoned in a huge altar deep within the Heavenly Court, wailing day and night in utter misery.

Emperor Jun personally presided over the altar and directed the forging of the Witch-Slaying Sword.

He extracted the souls of the human race and integrated them into the sword embryo; then he poured the essence of the human race onto the sword body to temper the blade.

Each time a soul merges into the sword, the blade emits a mournful hum.

Each time the essence blood is poured on the sword, the blade flashes a scarlet light.

As time went on, the aura emanating from the sword grew increasingly terrifying and chilling.

It was an evil force, carrying a curse, specifically targeting the bloodline of the witch clan.

The Wu tribe, naturally, also noticed the anomaly. At first, they were simply puzzled as to why the demon race would go to such lengths to capture humans—those humans were too weak to pose any threat to the Wu tribe.

But as more and more information came together, and with Houtu's "guidance" at a crucial moment, the Ancestral Witches finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

"The Witch-Slaying Sword!"

Dijiang slammed his fist on the table, his eyes blazing with rage. "That bastard Dijun actually tried to use such vicious methods against us!"

Zhu Rong was furious: "We absolutely cannot let him forge that sword! We'll storm the Heavenly Court right now and destroy that broken sword!"

"calm!"

Gonggong stopped him, saying, "The Heavenly Court is protected by the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array. A rash attack will only result in a waste of our troops. We need a well-thought-out plan."

Zhu Yin said in a deep voice, "The Zhou Tian Star Array is indeed powerful, but we are not without options. Don't forget, we also have the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Array."

Upon hearing this, all the Ancestral Witches present fell silent.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation—that is the strongest formation left behind by the great god Pangu, set up by the twelve ancestral witches. It can summon the phantom of Pangu's true form and unleash power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

This formation is the biggest trump card of the Witch Clan.

They wouldn't use this unless absolutely necessary. But now, it's clear that the time has come to be.

Dijiang looked around at the eleven Ancestral Witches present—Xuanming was still seriously injured but could barely participate in the battle; the other ten Ancestral Witches were all ready for the final battle.

"it is good."

Dijiang's voice was deep and firm, "Then let's deploy the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, breach the Heavenly Court in one fell swoop, and destroy the Witch-Slaying Sword!"

three days later.

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, outside the South Heavenly Gate.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder and lightning raged.

Twelve enormous figures, like twelve moving mountains, slowly emerged from the horizon.

With each step taken, the void beneath his feet shatters into a spiderweb pattern.

Every breath can cause the wind and clouds to change color and the earth and sky to tremble.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches – all have arrived!

Dijiang stood in the center, followed by Zhurong, Gonggong, Zhuyin, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, Rushou, Jumang, Tianwu, and Yanzi. These twelve distinct auras intertwined, forming a terrifying pressure capable of crushing everything.

The demon soldiers guarding the South Heavenly Gate were so frightened by what they saw that their legs went weak.

"Enemy... Enemy attack!"

A demon soldier cried out in trembling voice, but before he could finish speaking, he was burned to ashes by a flame casually flicked by Zhu Rong.

"No need for further explanation!"

Zhu Rong roared, his voice like thunder, "Charge straight in!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches attacked simultaneously!

boom--

The majestic gate tower of Nantianmen collapsed with a crash under the combined impact of the twelve forces!

"Di Jun!"

Dijiang's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the entire Heavenly Court: "Hand over the Witch-Slaying Sword, and we may grant you a complete corpse!"

Deep within the Heavenly Court, Di Jun's face was extremely grim. He hadn't expected the Witch Clan to arrive so quickly, much less that they would come out in full force.

But he is, after all, the Demon Emperor; how could he be intimidated by a few words?

"Activate the Celestial Array!"

At Emperor Jun's command, countless stars lit up the Heavenly Court.

Three hundred and sixty-five primary stars and fourteen thousand eight hundred secondary stars lit up simultaneously, weaving a huge star net in the sky above the Heavenly Court, enveloping the entire Heavenly Court.

The Zhou Tian Star Array—the demon race's clan-protecting array, jointly presided over by Di Jun and Tai Yi, draws upon the power of the stars, making it infinitely powerful.

"A trivial skill!"

Di Jiang snorted coldly and waved his hand, "Form the formation!"

The twelve ancestral witches simultaneously changed positions, each occupying a different location, forming hand seals, and chanting incantations.

An ancient and desolate aura emanated from them.

That aura seemed to come from the beginning of time, carrying the power of creation and the majesty of destruction.

The sky changed color. The sky, which was originally adorned with starlight, now looked as if it were covered with a thick layer of blood.

The earth began to tremble.

The clouds below the Heavenly Court churned violently, as if some enormous creature was awakening.

The figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches began to blur, their power intertwining in a mysterious way, converging into a huge phantom.

The phantom grew taller and larger—

Hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet!

Finally, a gigantic phantom, towering to the heavens, appeared in the sky above the Heavenly Court.

It was a naked, muscular giant with an indistinct face, but the aura he exuded alone made the entire Heavenly Court tremble.

Pangu's true form descends!

"break!"

With a roar, Dijiang raised the phantom of Pangu, clenched his fist, and slammed it down fiercely towards the Zhou Tian Star Array!