Volume One: The Calamity of Witches and Demons Chapter 226: The War Between Witches and Demons—Evenly Matched

Here, Hou Yi and Emperor Jun faced each other in a tense standoff.

Neither had yet unleashed their full power.

Emperor Jun merely tested Hou Yi’s current strength with the true solar flames, while Hou Yi remained on the defensive, never launching a counterattack.

Observing the fervent battle spirit of the great shamans and warriors of the Wu tribe, Taiyi quickly manifested his true form, radiating an imposing aura on par with Emperor Jun’s, sweeping across the battlefield.

In an instant, the surrounding temperature surged.

“Little Wu tribe, taste your ancestor Donghuang’s true solar flames!” Emperor Jun declared, as the Eastern Emperor Bell hovered beside him, continuously gathering solar fire.

With Taiyi’s true form revealed, countless purplish-red solar flames descended from the heavens, then Taiyi himself surged toward the Wu tribe, scorching and tearing through dozens of their warriors.

The earth melted under the intense heat, rivers of molten lava rapidly flowing, wreaking havoc on both the Wu and demon factions battling on the ground.

Witnessing this, the Wind and Rain Masters summoned fierce winds and heavy rains, while the Wu tribe from the Xuanming clan swiftly froze the land.

The Wu tribe of the Hou Tu clan quickly harnessed earth energies to erect towering walls.

Lava was held at bay outside the barriers, and then Xingtian, wielding a massive axe, charged directly at Taiyi, striking again and again.

The clash was fierce and chaotic, shaking the heavens and reversing rivers.

Repeated blows from the giant axe struck Taiyi, chipping away feathers that scattered across the land, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking and golden blood splattering.

Each demon warrior drew out their own treasured weapons and fought fiercely alongside the Wu tribe warriors.

Among the demon forces, the Kunpeng shaman palace appeared, simultaneously manifesting severed-clone forms wielding magical weapons.

Kunpeng wielded the shaman palace as a blunt weapon, smashing it repeatedly into the ground, each impact causing grievous injuries or death to many Wu tribe warriors.

Seeing this, Jiufeng brandished a thunder spear and hurled it deep into Kunpeng’s body, lightning crackling wildly as Kunpeng was electrocuted, charred inside and out.

With a few swift movements, Jiufeng approached Kunpeng, swiftly withdrawing the spear, causing a gushing fountain of blood.

Kunpeng screamed in agony, wildly thrashing about, crashing into numerous demons and Wu tribe warriors alike.

The Wind and Rain Masters summoned divine winds and torrential rains, decimating the demon army without mercy.

Countless drops of blood and shredded flesh rained upon the earth, leaving the battlefield littered with corpses and a gruesome scene.

Fuxi, seeing the dire situation, quickly deployed the River Luo Formation using Emperor Jun’s Hetu Luoshu diagrams, swiftly bolstering defenses against the Wu tribe’s assault.

Meanwhile, Hou Yi and Emperor Jun, after their initial probes, each wielded a Sun-Moon Spirit Wheel.

Yin and Yang principles swirled upon the wheels, as if ready to tear and assimilate any opponent.

Hou Yi, gripping a long bow, drew and released arrow after arrow toward Emperor Jun.

Yet, all were shattered by the principles unleashed from the Spirit Wheels, inflicting no harm.

Emperor Jun mocked, “How is it, Hou Yi? Even now, you cannot harm me!”

At that moment, preparing to harness the power of the primordial earth, Emperor Jun challenged, “Hou Yi, if you dare, fight me within the chaos itself.”

Hou Yi replied, “You think you’ve won? This Old Ancestor Shaman has yet to unleash his full strength! I thought you’d improved, but you’re still the same as ever!”

He quickly pursued Emperor Jun.

On the ground, the Wu and demon forces fought fiercely, the sky darkened by relentless lightning strikes.

Several clan shamans united their efforts, controlling the wind to hinder the flames and using fire to strengthen the wind, amplifying their magical laws manifold.

“Demon brats, die at my hands!” Wu warriors pummeled demon foes with crushing blows, the battlefield erupting in brutal close combat with heavy casualties on both sides.

The stronger Wu warriors could fell a demon with a single punch or kick.

Their courage only grew with each fight, showing no sign of fatigue.

The demon army, conversely, grew increasingly fearful.

Many demon kings were held at bay by powerful Wu generals, unable to aid their troops, forced to seize fleeting moments to slaughter nearby Wu warriors.

With Fuxi’s River Luo Formation in place, demon losses were somewhat stemmed.

Kunpeng, Taiyi, and others swiftly dove into the chaotic formation.

As the battle raged, it gradually ascended above the nine heavens.

The demons fought while retreating; the Wu tribe pressed fiercely, relentlessly pursuing.

In the chaotic void, Emperor Jun and Hou Yi arrived and quickly engaged in combat.

Emperor Jun’s laws and Taoist aura had grown stronger than before, while Hou Yi’s power was diminished without the amplification of the primordial earth.

“Heh, Emperor Jun. I wondered what you were plotting. So that’s it! You think you’ve got this Old Ancestor Shaman cornered? Dream on!” Hou Yi sneered.

“Enough talk. As long as I trample you beneath my feet, I will be pleased!” Emperor Jun retorted.

Suddenly, Emperor Jun’s aura surged dramatically; the solar flames he summoned burned even hotter.

He prepared to rush Hou Yi and show him a fierce lesson.

But Hou Yi swiftly drew his spirit treasure, a long bow suffused with potent profound ice laws.

With great magical power, he unleashed a volley of arrows at Emperor Jun.

Each arrow struck Emperor Jun’s body, emitting sizzling sounds as they forced him to dodge and maintain distance.

The temperature of Emperor Jun’s solar flames noticeably dropped.

“Damn it, I didn’t expect you to have such a spirit treasure to counter me!” Emperor Jun growled.

“This Old Ancestor Shaman prefers close combat, but that doesn’t mean I have no treasures. Your demon kind rely on spirit treasures, so why can’t we shamans?” Hou Yi declared.

Their battle churned the chaotic currents, sweeping through countless spaces and stirring a mighty storm of chaos.

In timeless chaos, the two fought until utterly exhausted.

Emperor Jun, observing Hou Yi’s state, felt the anger he once harbored had subsided considerably.

He now glimpsed hope of finally cutting down Hou Yi beneath his blade.

He never intended to completely annihilate the Wu tribe this time, but he believed that if this continued, their extinction was inevitable.

After putting distance between them, Emperor Jun glanced at Hou Yi and swiftly returned to the primordial realm.

Hou Yi snorted coldly as he watched Emperor Jun depart.

“Is that all?”

He too quickly withdrew to the primordial realm.

When Emperor Jun and Hou Yi returned, they found the battlefield had shifted from the earth to the heights above the nine heavens.

What comforted Emperor Jun somewhat was that the Wu tribe had also suffered heavy casualties; the demons were no longer the sole ones bearing devastating losses.

It seemed that the demon forces had made considerable progress—not like before, when the Wu tribe pressed them relentlessly while sustaining negligible harm.

Surveying the chaotic battlefield, Emperor Jun rejoined the fight, driving the Wu tribe into retreat before leading the demons back to the Heavenly Court.