Primordial Era: Reborn as Kunpeng, starting by swallowing the Styx River

Chapter 77 Divine Fiend Stars

The three-day period arrived in the blink of an eye.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the ancient battlefield, long stained with blood, is now deathly silent.

There were no pre-battle shouts or pointless provocations, only two overwhelming killing intents, powerful enough to make heaven and earth tremble, colliding and escalating wildly.

"Demon warriors!"

High above the nine heavens, the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun stood atop the starry sky, clad in the robes of the Great Sun Emperor, with the Zhou Tian Star Banner, a symbol of the Heavenly Court's authority, fluttering in the wind.

"Avenge my son!"

"kill!"

At his command, the massive demon army, which had been poised for battle, instantly sprang into action.

"The Celestial Star Formation, activate!"

The three hundred and sixty-five demon gods returned to their respective positions, their star banners pointing towards the sky.

In an instant, three hundred and sixty-five ancient main stars cast down dazzling beams of light above the primordial sky, merging with the aura of the billions of demon soldiers.

Daylight instantly turned into night, and the entire prehistoric world seemed to be pulled into an endless starry sky.

"Stars have fallen!"

A mad hatred flashed in Di Jun's eyes, and he swung the Star Banner in his hand fiercely.

Rumble—

Endless starlight converged into pillars of destructive light as thick as mountains, crashing down upon the well-prepared witch army below like an apocalyptic catastrophe.

"Witch warriors! Follow us—to fight!"

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, twelve towering figures, including Dijiang, roared in unison.

Faced with this torrent of starlight capable of destroying the entire world, they did not flinch in the slightest; their eyes were filled only with the boundless fighting spirit etched into their bones, belonging to the descendants of Pangu.

"Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons! Condense!"

Twelve beams of malevolent energy shot into the sky, converging and merging in mid-air.

The great sorcerer Chi You, who had taken Hou Tu's place, was currently under unimaginable pressure, bleeding from his seven orifices, yet he still gripped the Du Tian Shen Sha Banner tightly, connecting his aura with the other eleven ancestral sorcerers.

"roar-!!!"

An ancient roar, seemingly spanning the river of time, resounded throughout the chaos.

A majestic, ethereal figure, wielding a giant axe, standing tall and upright on the ground, slowly emerged amidst the billowing malevolent energy.

The true form of Pangu!

Although the presence of Chi You made this true form of Pangu appear somewhat illusory, and its aura was far less solid than at its peak, its domineering and supreme aura still moved the six Heavenly Saints who were far away in the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"The creation of heaven and earth!"

The phantom of Pangu roared, and the giant axe in his hand, which was entirely formed from the divine demons of the heavens, drew a simple and unadorned trajectory with an indomitable momentum, yet it seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and fiercely cleaved towards the falling starry river!

"boom-!!!"

This was the most devastating collision since the beginning of time.

It is the ultimate showdown between the power of the stars and the will to create the world!

Wherever the axe's edge passed, the torrent of starlight, which was powerful enough to destroy everything, shattered inch by inch like fragile glass.

That vast starry sky was cleaved in two by this axe, creating a massive chasm stretching for hundreds of millions of miles!

"Pfft"

High above, Di Jun, who was in charge of the formation, was struck as if by lightning and spat out a mouthful of his original imperial blood.

The Zhou Tian Star Array shook violently, and countless demon soldiers and generals were instantly reduced to ashes by the backlash.

"Second brother! Stabilize the formation!" Di Jun roared.

"Thump—!!!"

Donghuang Taiyi, who had been poised to strike, desperately struck the Chaos Bell in his hand.

The melodious chimes transformed into tangible ripples in spacetime, forcefully stabilizing the collapsing Star Array and creating a stalemate with the terrifying pressure emanating from the phantom of Pangu.

Both sides were locked in a fierce war of attrition.

Every second, millions of demon soldiers were reduced to ashes in the aftershocks of Pangu's axe.

With every breath, tens of thousands of members of the Wu Clan had their physical bodies disintegrate under the bombardment of the starlight.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, rivers of blood flowed and mountains of corpses piled up.

The dense aura of calamity and resentment almost completely obscured the Heavenly Dao of the entire prehistoric world.

And in the void layer billions of miles away from that tragic battlefield.

Kunpeng, dressed in a black robe, stood with his hands behind his back, his body forming a world of its own, completely isolating him from the world-destroying fluctuations outside.

Beside him, Xuan Gui Dao Ren, watching the battlefield that resembled a meat grinder, was already terrified and his scalp tingled.

"Master, is this... this great calamity?"

"good."

Kunpeng remained indifferent, as if commenting on a game of chess that had nothing to do with him: "Although the demon race has the advantage of formations and the suppression of the Chaos Bell, they have ultimately lost the initiative."

"That true form of Pangu is the manifestation of the will of the great god Pangu. Even if it is just a phantom, its status is far above the stars in the heavens."

"If nothing changes, and this kind of attrition continues, the demon race will undoubtedly be defeated within a hundred years."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Gui Dao Ren's heart tightened: "Then why didn't Master make a move? You are the Demon Ancestor—"

"The Demon Ancestor?"

Kunpeng chuckled, a cold sneer flashing in his eyes: "I am merely the leader of the Demon Sect, not the nanny of the Heavenly Court."

"It's not my turn to make a move in this game yet."

Just as the master and apprentice were talking, the battle below finally saw the decisive turning point!

As the Zhou Tian Star Array teetered on the brink of collapse under the frenzied attacks of Pangu's true form, an unprecedented madness and ruthlessness flashed in Di Jun's eyes.

"Now!"

"If we don't act now, when will we?"

Di Jun suddenly slapped his chest, forcing out a drop of golden primordial imperial blood, which splashed onto a dark red longsword that was already poised to strike.

"Witch-slaying sword, go!"

"Buzz"

A mournful roar, seemingly the simultaneous cry of billions of wronged human souls, resounded throughout heaven and earth.

A thin, dark red beam of light, seemingly imbued with all the world's resentment and venom, pierced the sky in an instant, disregarding the distance in space!

Its target was not the indestructible head or limbs of Pangu's true form.

It was the chest of that giant phantom!

That place is guarded by the great shaman Chi You, and it is also the weakest point in the entire Dutian Divine Fiend Formation!

"laugh"

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a soft, teeth-grinding sound.

The Witch-Slaying Sword, which contained the resentful souls of billions of humans, pierced through the supposedly invulnerable Pangu body without any resistance, just like a red-hot iron piercing butter!

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream emanated from the chest of the phantom of Pangu.

The figure of the great shaman Chi You suddenly froze. He looked down at the blood-red longsword that had pierced his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His physical body, comparable to a low-grade innate spiritual treasure, couldn't offer even the slightest resistance in front of this sword.

Endless streams of vengeful human souls surged into his body along the sword, frantically devouring his witch blood and true spirit.

"No----!

""

Chi You let out a roar of unwilling anger, and his huge body collapsed, turning into a sky full of blood mist.

With the collapse of this crucial point, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, which had been barely maintained, was instantly broken!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Under the backlash of the formation, the other eleven Ancestral Witches all coughed up blood, and the towering Pangu phantom also let out a mournful cry before dissipating into the world.

"Hahaha! It's done! It's finally done!"

Upon seeing this, Di Jun threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter filled with madness and ecstasy.

"Taiyi! Kill!"

Without the protection of the great formation, the eleven severely injured Ancestral Witches instantly became sitting ducks under the suppression of the starlight and the Chaos Bell.

"Thump!!!"

Donghuang Taiyi seized the opportunity and frantically struck the Chaos Bell.

The resounding bells seemed to suppress time and space.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were the first to be hit, struck head-on by the Zhong Bo. Their already damaged ancestral witch bodies shattered once more, their blood splattering across the sky.