Attack the myths of the heavens and create the Taoist Tibetan wilderness!.

Faced with the combined might of six Ancestral Witches, their oppressive aura was enough to pulverize any thought of resistance.

Many demons with lower cultivation levels collapsed to the ground, trembling, their eyes filled with nothing but fear of death.

Throughout the primordial wilderness, countless prying divine thoughts sighed, filled with pity and indifference.

The demon race, a race that once shone brightly in ancient times, seems destined for complete decline today.

The war between the Lich and the Demon was perhaps destined to end the moment the Demon Court was established.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, the Jade Disc of Creation slowly rotating in front of him, reflecting the tragic scene outside the Sun Star.

His face, as calm as still water, revealed no emotion whatsoever, except for a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction that flickered deep within his eyes.

The establishment of the Celestial Court, the submission of the Dragon Clan, and the surge in fortune were all within his predictions.

Spurred by this, Di Jun and Tai Yi were indeed unwilling to remain dormant and sought to establish a demon court to rival the established order.

The tyrannical nature of the Wu tribe cannot be tolerated.
The outbreak of conflict was inevitable. This complete escalation of the lich conflict was a crucial step in his advancement of the Calamity.

Everything was developing in the direction he had envisioned.

At the summit of Mount Sumeru, demonic energy swirls.

Rahu leaned back on the Demon Throne, his scarlet eyes piercing through layers of space as he looked at the starkly contrasting confrontation outside the Sun Star, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Di Jun, you previously said that the demon race was one of the main protagonists of the Great Tribulation? But given the current situation, the six Ancestral Witches working together are enough to wipe out the Sun Star along with those two Golden Crows. The demon race is on the verge of destruction, how can they be the main protagonists? Has that old man Hongjun miscalculated?"

The Azure Lotus Boy stood to one side, with the illusory image of a blue lotus floating behind him, also looking puzzled.

“Yes, Fellow Daoist Di Jun. The Witch Clan is powerful, and all twelve Ancestral Witches possess immortal bodies and astonishing supernatural powers. With only Di Jun, Taiyi, and these scattered demon soldiers, there is absolutely no chance of victory.”

Could Hongjun Daozu's scheme truly fail?

Di Jun (an avatar of Mount Sumeru) stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep, as if piercing through the barriers of time and space, landing on the golden crow bathed in fire on the sun star.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

"Failed? You underestimate Hongjun. He has planned for eternity, how could he fail because of this little variable? It is true that the Wu Clan is powerful, but the workings of Heaven have their own way of balancing things out."

Since Hongjun has chosen the demon race as one of the protagonists of the Great Tribulation, he will absolutely not allow them to be weakened before the tribulation truly begins. Just watch, the change is about to happen.

On the Sun Star, the atmosphere of despair almost solidified into a tangible form.

Di Jun (Sun Star) and Tai Yi (Sun Star) felt the near-collapse of fear from the billions of demons behind them, and felt the tangible killing intent locked on by the six Ancestral Witches. The two brothers were torn between heaven and man.

Escape alone? With the brothers' supernatural abilities, if they disregarded everything and relied on the essence of the Sun Star and the rudimentary form of the Zhou Tian Star Array, they might have a sliver of hope to escape this place, even at the cost of serious injury.

However, in doing so, the billions of cultivators behind them, who represent almost all the essence of the demon race, will surely be slaughtered by the witch race!
The demon race will completely lose any hope of rising to power and will forever be a vassal or even a prey of the witch race!
To stay and fight to the death? Facing six top-tier Ancestral Witches, the outcome is almost certainly certain death!
With the brothers dead and their spirits extinguished, the demon race will also be doomed!
To preserve the flame and prolong the night, or to perish together with the tribe and perish together?

Just as Di Jun and Tai Yi were struggling internally and their eyes were flickering, a clear voice with a resolute will suddenly rang out!
"His Majesty!"

Bai Ze took a step forward, gripping his feather fan tightly. His usually gentle face was now filled with determination and resolve!
He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the fearful demon cultivators, his voice resounding in the hearts of every demon.

"Fellow demon race comrades! We were born and raised in the primordial world! From the ancient times to the present, when has our demon race ever truly succumbed to power? In the early calamity of the Dragon-Han era, how powerful were the Qilin, Phoenix, and Dragon races? And what became of them in the end? Only those who do not yield can stand firm in the primordial world!"

He suddenly pointed at the six ancestral witch figures in the void, his voice rising abruptly, carrying a sense of tragic inevitability.

"Today, the Witch Clan has gone too far in bullying my Demon Clan! They have blocked my establishment of a court and intend to annihilate my race! Retreat? Where can we retreat to? Though the primordial world is vast, is there any place for my Demon Clan to hide? Kneel down and beg for mercy? Will the Witch Clan spare our blood offerings? No!"

They will only become more ruthless and exterminate my demon race!

"It's better to die standing than to live on your knees!"

Bai Ze's voice boomed in the ears of every demon cultivator.

"We demons can die in battle! We can shed our last drop of blood! But we must never lose our backbone! We must never lose our courage to fight! With His Majesty still alive, what do we have to fear in battle?! Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death—!"

Ji Meng was the first to respond. This demon general's eyes were bloodshot, his trident pointed straight at the sky, and he let out a deafening roar.

"Mr. Bai Ze is right! It's better to die standing than to live kneeling! I, Ji Meng, am willing to fight to the death with His Majesty! Fellow demons, do you dare to follow me to my death?!"

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

Yingzhao, Feilian, Jiuying and other powerful demons, like dry tinder that has been ignited, had their suppressed humiliation and fear instantly ignited, turning into a raging fire and a resolute fighting spirit, and roared in unison!

This roar was like a wildfire, instantly igniting the almost extinguished flames in the hearts of hundreds of millions of demon cultivators!
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

At first, there were sporadic responses, but then came a deafening roar!

Hundreds of millions of demon cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level or race, all cast aside their fear and forgot about life and death at this moment!

The same flame burned in their eyes—the most primal, most tragic, and most indomitable fighting spirit that erupted when they were driven to the brink of despair!
It is a yearning for the survival of the people! It is an endless rage against the oppressors!

Billions of voices converged into a torrent, and billions of wills twisted into a single rope!

That fierce, indomitable fighting spirit, filled with the determination to perish together, soared into the sky!

This will was so immense, so pure, so tragic that it actually broke through the law-bound barrier set up by the six Ancestral Witches in the sky above the Sun Star!
The void trembles!

Under the horrified gazes of countless powerful beings in the primordial world, and with the slightly solemn eyes of the six Ancestral Witches, the overwhelming battle intent gathered by hundreds of millions of demon cultivators actually condensed into a colossal beast that could not be described in words above the Sun Star!

This behemoth has no specific form; it seems to be the embodiment of the indomitable will of countless demon cultivators, composed of pure fighting spirit, rage, and determination!
It was unimaginably enormous, its body even obscuring the light of half of the sun! It exuded an aura of devastation, ferocity, and annihilation, as if it wanted to drag the entire world into an abyss of destruction!
However, this giant beast was "dead"!

It has no head, or rather, its enormous "head" part, which is formed by fighting spirit, where the eyes should be, is only two huge, bottomless dark voids!

Within the void, only endless destructive desires surged, but the most crucial "spirituality" was missing, making it more like a terrifying weapon about to go out of control and destroy everything!
The moment this eyeless behemoth took shape, Di Jun and Tai Yi were deeply moved!

Both brothers saw shock and emotion in each other's eyes, as well as the pride and fighting spirit of emperors that had been completely ignited!
"The demon race...this is our race!"

Di Jun's voice was hoarse, yet full of power.

"Good! What a fierce battle to the death!"

Taiyi roared to the sky, and the Chaos Golden Bell burst forth with unprecedentedly brilliant light!
The two brothers didn't hesitate any longer!

All talk of escaping alone or preserving the flame seems so pale and laughable in the face of the resolute determination of billions of demon comrades to follow each other to the death!

Emperor Jun's Golden Crow True Form let out a long, resounding cry that pierced through gold and shattered rocks, followed closely by Taiyi, whose Chaos Bell Waves shook the universe!
Two powerful battle intents, belonging to the Demon Emperor and ruling over all demons, equally indomitable and imbued with imperial majesty, erupted and shot straight into the empty eye sockets of the eyeless behemoth!
The moment those two royal battle intents merged into that void, the colossal beast, originally filled only with the desire for destruction and formed from the battle intents of billions of demons, suddenly "came to life"!

The two enormous, bottomless dark voids suddenly lit up!
In his left eye shone the golden light of Di Jun's wisdom and majesty, a light that commanded the stars and guided the flow of the Hetu and Luoshu.

In his right eye shone the domineering and resolute golden light of Taiyi, the sound of the chaotic bell that suppressed all heavens!
The two beams of light intertwined, bestowing upon this behemoth of war a true "god" status!
A roar a million times more terrifying than any previous roar erupted from the mouth of this battle-spirited behemoth that had come to life!

This roar was no longer a simple desire for destruction, but an ultimate battle cry that combined the indomitable will of billions of demons and the determination of two demon emperors to rule!

Wherever the roar passed, space shattered inch by inch, and the laws of nature cried out and retreated!
Its massive body, formed from pure battle intent, suddenly turned around, and its two enormous eyes, burning with golden flames, stared intently and fearlessly at the six Ancestral Witches in the void!
The entire primordial world fell into a deathly silence at this moment!

All the prying thoughts froze!

In the Purple Cloud Palace, for the first time, an extremely subtle ripple appeared on Hongjun's usually calm and composed face.

On Mount Sumeru, Rahu suddenly sat up straight, his scarlet eyes flashing with a terrifying light.

"Battle intent materializing?! It's actually possible?!"

The Green Lotus Boy gasped in shock.

"This...this is the manifestation of the will of all living beings?!"

Billions of demons, with a heart set on fighting to the death, have coalesced into a colossal beast of battle spirit!
The Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, with the will of emperors, gave him the finishing touch!
This colossal beast is the indomitable backbone of the entire demon race!

This was their ultimate clarion call to declare war on the ancient world and the Wu tribe!

In the void, the expressions of the six Ancestral Witches, which had originally been filled with contempt and a sense of control, finally changed completely.

Zhu Rong's maniacal laughter froze on his face, Gong Gong's eyes were as cold as water, the lightning around Qiang Liang leaped violently, the crackling electric grid emitted an uneasy "hissing" sound, and the blood-red glacier beneath Xuan Ming's feet felt even colder.

Zhu Jiuyin, who had been controlling time, suddenly contracted his cold pupils!
The oppressive aura emanating from this behemoth of war even made them feel threatened!
That was not a matter of pure power, but a terrifying impact originating from the level of will, powerful enough to shake the true forms of their Ancestral Witches!
"Humph!"

For the first time, Zhu Jiuyin's voice became solemn, and the light in his Eyes of Time shifted.

"You underestimated the dying struggle of these ants. But what good is gathering fighting spirit? Before absolute power, it's nothing but illusion! Today, I will utterly shatter your so-called backbone and condemn you to eternal damnation!"

The colossal beast, formed from the indomitable fighting spirit of billions of demons and "done with eyes" by Emperor Jun and Taiyi with the will of an emperor, let out a roar that shattered the galaxy!
This roar was no longer a desperate howl, but a battle horn for a fight to the death!
The moment its enormous eyes, burning with golden flames, locked onto the six Ancestral Witches, the entire demon race stirred!

"kill--!"

Emperor Jun's Golden Crow True Form roared, drawing upon the essence of the Sun Star, transforming into a crimson-gold pillar of light that tore through the void, rushing straight towards the leader, Zhu Jiuyin!
The illusory images of the Hetu and Luoshu spun wildly, deducing the trajectory of the laws of time!
"war--!"

Taiyi followed closely behind, and the Chaos Golden Bell erupted with unprecedentedly brilliant divine light. The bell waves were no longer ripples, but transformed into a destructive tidal wave, aimed directly at the furious Zhurong!

"Fight to the death with His Majesty!"

Bai Ze waved his feather fan, unleashing countless mysterious runes that formed chains, attempting to entangle and slow down the actions of the ancestral witch.

Ji Meng treads upon water and clouds, his trident stirring up towering waves of fury; Ying Zhao howls with demonic winds; Fei Lian moves with lightning speed; and the nine heads of Jiu Ying roar with poisonous flames...

Hundreds of millions of demon cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level or race, all had their eyes turned red at this moment!

They roared and howled, transforming all their life's magic power, all their supernatural abilities, and even their desperate strike that burned their essence and soul into countless torrents of attacks, some strong and some weak, some overt and some covert, which crashed fiercely into the six towering Ancestral Witches' true forms!
Swords flashing, magical artifacts gleaming, demonic spells and poisonous miasma, blazing flames and freezing ice...

Billions of attacks converged into a vast ocean of destruction, its sheer power and unwavering resolve silencing the entire primordial world!

Countless prying divine thoughts fluctuated violently, filled with unbelievable shock.

Once upon a time, at the very end of the Dragon-Han Great Calamity, a similar scene seemed to have occurred.

The demons, driven to the brink of despair, launched a fierce and desperate counterattack under the leadership of the Demon Ancestor!

Although they ultimately perished, they made the prehistoric world pay a heavy price!
Today, the demon race has actually displayed such a frenzied fighting spirit of mutual destruction!
"Insects! How dare you resist?!"

The six ancestral witches were utterly enraged!
In their eyes, the demon race has always been nothing more than prey and blood food to be taken at will!

These ants today not only dare to dream of establishing a court, but they even dare to raise their claws against them?
This is the most thorough desecration of the dignity of the witch clan!
"court death!"

Zhu Rong roared, and the million-foot-tall fire giant unleashed both fists, the blazing fire transforming into two roaring fire dragons that instantly engulfed and burned the group of demon cultivators at the forefront, along with their attacks, into nothingness!
However, even more attacks surged in relentlessly!

The blood-red ocean beneath Gonggong's feet stirred up a raging torrent, the filthy, decadent blood flowing like a reversed celestial river. Wherever it passed, the magical artifacts of the demon race dimmed, the bodies of cultivators decayed, and their souls wailed in agony!
Qiang Liang pounded his chest with both fists, and billions of destructive lightning bolts poured down, turning one void after another, along with the demon race within, into lightning fragments!

Xi Zi's figure flickered, and the pale white extinction net spread and cut silently. Any demon cultivators touched by it, regardless of their cultivation level, had their bodies instantly decomposed into the finest particles, without even having time to scream!
The blood-red glacier beneath Xuanming's feet surged with freezing air, with absolute zero sweeping through. Countless demon cultivators, along with their attacks and magical treasures, were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, and then turned into ice dust in the aftershocks of the collision of laws!

Zhu Jiuyin's Eye of Time spun coldly. He didn't attack directly, but the flow of time became unpredictable and erratic within his gaze. (End of Chapter)