The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 137 - 137 83 Witch Demon Battle Begins Part 6

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On the other side, without the help of Di Jun, Taiyi once again fell into a passive situation, besieged by two Ancestor Witches.

“Taiyi, you spineless beast!

Where did all your momentum go?

Why have you turned into a scared turtle now!” Gonggong, dressed in dark blue chain mail, swung his twin hooks in eerie arcs, aiming at Taiyi’s vital points, enveloping the surrounding space.

Taiyi’s face darkened, and the Chaos Bell above his head clanged loudly.

The booming sound resonated endlessly through the heavens.

“Hahaha, Xiao Shui, comparing him to a turtle insults the turtle!

If you ask me, he’s even worse than a turtle!” Zhu Rong chuckled on the side, watching Gonggong’s movements and occasionally shooting fireballs the size of a human head towards Taiyi to harass him.

Unable to keep his composure any longer, Taiyi glared at Zhu Rong and Gonggong, exclaiming angrily, “Witch brats, you’re going too far!”

“Screech!”

With that, Taiyi let out a piercing scream and transformed into his true form—a Golden Crow.

This Golden Crow was about twenty zhang tall, radiant in pure gold and engulfed in raging flames that seemed to tear the sky apart.

Its entire body shimmered golden, and its feathers quivered as a substantial golden Spiritual Energy burst forth from within.

The Golden Crow’s eyes blazed fiercely as it held the Qiankun Tripod above its head.

Opening its sharp beak, it spat out a dark, massive seal that released a ghostly black radiance.

The radiance shot forth auspicious colors, slamming directly toward Gonggong’s face.

The appearance of this dark seal instantly intensified the pressure in the area.

It enlarged rapidly, filling the sky, an endless black expanse that created an unbelievable force field, trapping the void.

The Heaven and Earth Taoist saw clearly; it was a square seal, completely dark.

The seal had two parts: the upper section was carved with the Devil Worship Map and meticulously crafted images of the Heavenly Court on the sides, vivid and masterfully done.

The bottom of the seal was covered in golden fine inscriptions, with two main Great Dao runes in the center, saying “Demon!”

On closer inspection, he sensed a sky-high inherent murderous aura!

Seeing this, the Heaven and Earth Taoist muttered to himself that this was bad.

He stepped forward lightly, his form turned illusionary, and reappeared next to Gonggong in an instant.

“Boom”

Black light accompanied by auspicious colors fell, like the Milky Way pouring down from the Nine Heavens, oppressively heavy—even the Heaven and Earth Taoist felt a stifling heaviness!

The Heaven and Earth Taoist’s hands emitted Blood Radiance as he swiftly met the massive seal with a seemingly slow but fast attack.

“Ding!”

With a clear sound, the seal was sent flying, but the Heaven and Earth Taoist spat three mouthfuls of backward-flowing blood, staggering deliriously.

“Screech!” The Golden Crow’s expression was coldly intense, its body dazzlingly radiant.

It breathed out a stream of Sun Essence Fire, aiming at the flying back Demon Seal!

With the Golden Crow’s mana imbued, the Demon Seal’s black light intensified, pressing down once again.

“Boom!”

Although the body of an Ancestor Witch was formidable, the black light from the seal stung like needles.

The Heaven and Earth Taoist had just been seriously injured, yet dodging would have been relatively easy.

Moreover, the aura of the Demon Seal had already drastically changed—the originally auspicious aura on the densely covered seal now turned dark and heavy, exuding a fierce Evil Qi!

This time, the two were truly in bad luck, immediately pressed down by the seal, embedded more than a foot into the ground!

The Heaven and Earth Taoist flew into the air with a wry smile, reached out with one hand, and pulled out the unfortunate duo.

Yet, they were still devoid of any strength to continue fighting!

Taiyi, transformed into the Golden Crow, had also suffered substantial damage to his vital energy!

Originally vigorous and robust, looking as though made from pure gold, the body of the Golden Crow now appeared shriveled, with barely a thread of energy left, as if a gust of wind could topple it!

To the west side of the South Heavenly Gate, Kunpeng and Fu Xi battled against Rushou and Tian Wu, two Ancestor Witches.

Kunpeng was clearly exerting minimal effort, making the fight feel ticklish to the two.

This troubled Fu Xi, who continuously strummed the strings of Fu Xi’s Zither, fending off the attacks from the two Ancestor Witches.

Even so, he was still getting hit everywhere.

Rushou unleashed Sharp Gold Qi towards Fu Xi, while Tian Wu stirred up towering hurricanes, stopping Kunpeng from providing aid.

After a long struggle, Tian Wu realized that Kunpeng seemed somewhat distracted, which was odd, but they didn’t dwell on it.

Thus, Tian Wu, skilled in defensive methods, crazily unleashed hurricanes, attacking Fu Xi.

In contrast, Rushou, adept in offensive tactics, focused all his efforts on attacking Kunpeng.

This is the strange nature of the Ancestor Witches: if your desire to fight is weak, I’ll make sure to unleash powerful adversaries to challenge you, forcing you to fight with all your might, to fight bloodily!

As Rushou launched a fierce attack, Kunpeng became enraged!

Initially, Kunpeng’s approach was “you kill yours, I’ll kill mine.

I do as little as possible to avoid a life-and-death struggle!” He liked to keep out of others’ business, only casually killing some minor Witch Tribe members on the battlefield.

But it seemed the Witch Tribe had lost their minds, particularly provoking him.

How could he not be angry?

Under the surge of fury, Kunpeng transformed into his true form and started fighting ferociously on the battlefield, occasionally snatching up ordinary Witch Crowds to devour.

This infuriated Tian Wu who also roared furiously, abandoning Fu Xi and joining Rushou to attack Kunpeng.

Fu Xi stood there dumbfounded, watching the two Ancestor Witches encircle Kunpeng, showing no intention of helping.

Indeed, Fu Xi disliked what Kunpeng was doing.

“You pick on the younger ones because you can’t defeat the strong.

Such shameful behavior,” he thought, having no intention to assist someone with that kind of character.

At this time, within the Celestial Stars Formation, the Witch Tribe found themselves in a tight spot.

Since the Ten Great Guardians entered the formation, beams of immortal-slaying, god-killing starlight suddenly burst forth from the sky.

Any Witch Crowd below the level of a Divine Witch would die upon touch, perish upon contact!

Even those above the Divine Witch, if they weren’t careful in dodging, wouldn’t die but would lose a layer of skin!

“Houtu, how should we handle this?” Houtu’s brows knitted tightly, her face visibly anxious.

Zhu Jiuyin’s face darkened, his eyes brimming with rage.

After pondering for a while, Zhu Jiuyin said: “The only way now is to break this formation with brute force!

Find those ten Demon Race guardians and kill them one by one!

This will reduce the casualties of our people!”

“Swoosh!”

At that moment, Di Jiang appeared abruptly beside Zhu Jiuyin.

Several Ancestor Witches immediately rejoiced, shouting, “Big Brother!”

Di Jiang’s expression was somber.

Observing the situation within the formation, he said, “Follow me to slay those Demon protectors to ensure the safety of our tribe!”

“Yes, big brother!” Naz and the other Ancestor Witches showed gleeful expressions.

“Ji Meng is in the southeast direction; Ying Zhao is slightly north of southeast…” Di Jiang pinpointed the exact locations of these Demon guardians.

Shebi Corpse and other Ancestor Witches readied themselves, carefully dodging the falling stars as they flew toward Ji Meng’s location in the southeast.

Striving for a decisive kill, all eight Ancestor Witches took action together!

“Boom!”

With a loud explosion, Ji Meng was obliterated under the collective assault of thunder, blinding flashes, space power, and more from the eight Ancestor Witches, leaving not even his soul behind!

For Ji Meng, a mere Daluo Golden Immortal, to die under the attack of eight Quasi-Saint Level Ancestor Witches, his death was a worthy one!

Due to the swift and targeted attacks of the Ancestor Witches, the other nine guardians became terrified, some even failing to control the formation, hastily erecting multiple layers of protection around themselves.

But what use was that, when they continued to kill Qin Yuan and Ci Tie, two more Demon guardians!

The remaining guardians and the defending Daluo Golden Immortal at the Star Banner finally collapsed in despair!

The whole formation, along with the scattering escape of the Demon members, completely disintegrated.

Honestly, the Celestial Stars Formation set up by the Demon Race wasn’t complete.

There were main strategists but no main objects for the formation.

They even forgot to position the crucial stars, Taiyin and Sun.

What was the use of such a Celestial Stars Formation?

Four out of ten of the tribe members in the formation were lost, and even the survivors were all injured!

Di Jiang collected his slightly saddened heart and glanced outside the formation.

At this moment, outside the South Heavenly Gate, although the Demon Race still had numerous troops, they were being chased by hundreds of thousands from the Witch Tribe.

With each Ancestor Witch fighting independently, and with no Ancestor Witches leading, the army was now led by the Great Witch, Xingtian, and Xiang Liu.

Xingtian swung his Gan Qi vigorously, slaughtering all around.

The Gan Qi, forged by the Heaven and Earth Taoist specifically for Xingtian, had its originally ancient Qing radiance now stained black with the blood of the Demon Race.

Xiang Liu was also remarkable, wielding his spear with a fierce momentum, terrifying the Demon Race’s army.

After just a few clashes, the Demon Race’s army was in complete defeat, with many Little Demons fleeing in disarray, while the Witch Tribe pursued relentlessly.

Di Jiang’s lips curled into a cruel smirk as he coldly declared, “Today, I will eradicate the foundation of your Demon Race!”