Volume One: The Calamity of Liches, 211: The Demon Clan Marches, the Witch Clan Responds

After Dijun severed the Three Corpses and reached near-Saint completion, he undertook a reorganization of the demon clan before swiftly launching a campaign against the Wu clan.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the Wu clan.

“Report: Ancestor Wu Houyi, the demon clan has attacked again!”

“Those troublesome demons once more. If they seek death, let a few of our great Wu shamans drive them back again.”

Houyi heard this and replied dismissively without concern.

“But Ancestor Wu Houyi, the opponent is led by the Demon Emperor Dijun himself, who explicitly names you for battle!”

“Moreover, it is said that Dijun’s strength has greatly increased, and he boldly declares that you are no match for him now!”

Houyi laughed heartily upon hearing this.

“Come, let this Ancestor Wu see just how powerful Dijun has become, daring to claim he can easily defeat me.”

With that, Houyi vanished and immediately appeared on the battlefield.

“Well, if it isn’t the little bird from the demon clan! Your strength has indeed grown. So you’ve come again to be crushed by this Ancestor Wu!”

“Houyi, your arrogance is misplaced. Soon your Wu clan will gradually vanish from the primordial world!”

Embered with fierce battle intent, Dijun greeted Houyi’s arrival.

“Form the formation!”

As soon as Dijun spoke, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and others swiftly led the demon army to arrange their battle array. Dijun drew forth the Demon Summoning Banner, and in an instant, the He Luo Great Formation materialized.

“Oh, I wonder if your Wu clan can still set up your great formation without you, and how much power it can unleash!”

Dijun then entrusted the Demon Summoning Banner and the He Tu and Luo Shu charts to Fuxi and Taiyi respectively.

“Houyi, do you dare to battle me in the chaos?”

Dijun wasted no chance for response and directly challenged him.

“Do you think your petty tricks can seriously harm my Wu clan? Dream on!”

Houyi retorted boldly.

The two swiftly plunged into the primordial chaos.

For a time, the heavens darkened and the earth dimmed.

The shockwaves of their battle devastated countless mountains and rivers.

Taiyi clashed with the great Wu shaman Jiufeng, one shrouded in crackling lightning, the other gathering countless solar flames, raining down upon the Wu clan’s settlements.

Many Wu tribesmen perished in the fierce inferno.

Meanwhile, Xingtian fiercely engaged Kunpeng and Fuxi in a chaotic struggle.

Wielding a giant axe in one hand and a shield in the other, Xingtian swung his axe with overwhelming might, forcing Fuxi and Kunpeng to dodge his deadly blows.

Blade after blade drove the two demon lords backward.

The fierceness of Xingtian’s battle intent grew ever stronger.

“You two demon brats, what’s there to hide from? Face me head-on if you dare!”

Xingtian relentlessly pounded at them.

Elsewhere, wind deity Fengbo, rain master Yushi, and other great Wu shamans, along with some newly ascended ones, fought bravely against Baize and other demon saints and kings, their clashes fierce and chaotic.

“Little girl, your lightning’s fierce, but it only tickles this emperor!” Jiufeng said, undeterred by Taiyi’s presence, continuing her assault.

Far beyond the primordial world, in the chaotic void, Dijun summoned the Sun and Moon Precision Wheels and dispersed his Three Corpses doppelgangers to the four directions, encircling Houyi.

Yet Houyi remained unafraid, striking with punches filled with robust spiritual power, rapidly attacking Dijun.

“Relying on numbers to win—how naive.”

Dijun’s Sun and Moon Precision Wheels barely harmed Houyi.

They exchanged countless rounds, time unmarked within chaos.

Both accumulated numerous wounds, minor and grievous alike.

“This Dijun’s strength has indeed grown considerably.”

“Dijun, if this is all you have, you stand no chance against this Ancestor Wu!”

“Arrogance!”

Upon hearing Houyi’s words, Dijun withdrew his three doppelgangers, his aura intensifying.

He transformed into a three-legged golden crow, bathed in solar flames.

“Now this is more like it! With your former strength, I dared not unleash my full power, fearing I might accidentally shatter you!”

Dijun’s wings beat rapidly, solar flames intertwined with the Law of Fire, seeking to incinerate Houyi.

Yet Houyi, immersed in the red solar flames, laughed heartily.

“No, this still can’t harm this Ancestor Wu!”

With Houyi’s taunt, Dijun’s flame-filled pupils blazed, igniting countless treasures, which he detonated to wound Houyi.

Blood streamed from his head and arms, dissipating into chaos.

“Bah, truly worthy of the Demon Emperor—so cunning!”

Yet Dijun paid no heed to Houyi.

After tens of thousands of years passed, neither bore a single unscathed spot.

Back in the primordial world,

The demon and Wu clans fought fiercely, both suffering grievous losses.

The earth was piled with countless fragments of flesh, blood soaking the land in a crimson tide.

Seeing this, Fuxi and Taiyi seized the opportunity to reassemble the Primordial He Luo Great Formation, bombarding the Wu clan’s stronghold.

Enraged, the great Wu shamans gathered to form a massive formation.

When twelve great Wu shamans above the level of Primordial Golden Immortal assembled,

“Gather!”

With a roar from Jiufeng and others, a colossal figure suddenly appeared, radiating overwhelming aura.

Its mere presence caused millions of demons to tremble in unease.

“Axe, come!”

With a shout, three attempts yielded no response.

Then a massive spectral axe materialized in its hand, raised high and smashed down upon the Primordial He Luo Great Formation.

In the next moment, the formation disintegrated instantly.

Countless axe rays scattered across the earth, wreaking unimaginable destruction.

Mountains shattered, rivers fractured, and the land cracked open.

Jiufeng, Xingtian, and other great Wu shamans seized the moment to swing the mighty axe repeatedly toward the Heavenly Court, as if to tear the sky itself.

Suddenly, a sigh echoed through countless ears.

“Hey! Stop, everyone. Look at what the primordial world has become!”

Then, Jiufeng and the others saw the Pangu apparition they had formed dissipate as Hongjun flicked his sleeve.

The attacks aimed at the Heavenly Court vanished like smoke.

A figure appeared once more in midair—none other than Qingkong.

“Well met again, Daoist Hongjun!”

Qingkong then turned to the Wu clan and others.

“You must heed the will of Pangu and refrain from wantonly destroying the primordial world as you have this time!”