Honghuang Taihuang

Chapter 297 Witch, Demon

As long as the Twelve Ancestral Witches do not eliminate Taiwei and the other eight Heavenly Demons who represent the supreme power of the demon race, even if they wipe out all the billions of demons who have just gathered the fortune of all races, the demon race will still rise again under the leadership of Taiwei and others.

The core and key to solving the problem of the demon race no longer lies with the countless demons scattered throughout the Divine Witch Great World, but with the chosen ones of the demon race in Taiwei, who have gathered the fortune of the former alliance of all races.

"Should we retreat? With the current strength of the demon race, we can no longer easily defeat them. This concerns the grand plan of our witch clan, so I think we should consider this carefully. Now is not the time for us to engage in a decisive battle with this emerging demon race."

Jumang, the Ancestral Witch, looked at the eight Heavenly Demons whose auras were connected and who exuded an immense sense of oppression. His expression was solemn. He did not think that starting a war at this time was a good choice.

Even if they win, it won't change the fact that the demon race has already risen to power. And if the twelve ancestral witches lose, it will be like adding insult to injury for the witch race, which has just experienced the rise of the demon race.

"Retreat! Why retreat? If we retreat now, how can we face our ancestors as ancestral witches? How can we face our fallen kin if we don't fight a proper battle!"

Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Witch, had a burning rage in her eyes. She swung the Heavenly Fire God Whip, which was burning with dark red flames, and the scorching flames swirled around her like a fire dragon. Her fierce eyes were fixed on the eight Taiwei people opposite her, and the killing intent and fighting spirit on Zhu Rong's body were about to be unleashed.

"We have undoubtedly lost this war. Our Wu clan is not one to be unable to accept defeat. Retreating now, regrouping, and targeting the scattered demon clans still dispersed across the twelve continents is indeed the best option."

"But you can't just look at things as right or wrong. When I'm feeling uncomfortable, I still prefer to vent directly!"

Dijiang's long silver hair danced wildly, his expression as cold as ice and snow. Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Dijiang was the true ruler. Even Zhujiuyin, Shebishi, and Houtu had to obey Dijiang's orders to a certain extent.

Upon hearing Dijiang's words, the remaining Ancestral Witches suppressed their distracting thoughts. Since they had already decided on a great battle, the word "retreat" would not cross their minds as members of the Witch Clan.

Taiwei looked at the twelve Ancestral Witches opposite him, whose auras were imposing and whose bodies were beginning to surge with energy, and a smile appeared on his face: "Following the choices of your own heart, is that good? That's more like the demeanor of a clan leader, the number one clan in the Divine Witch Great World."

The nine-tailed celestial fox swung its nine long, silver tails, easily tearing apart the great rivers of energy that Zhu Jiuyin had created. Enveloped in the moonlight, Taiwei had already transformed into an innate Dao body.

In an instant, the Taiyin Heavenly Blade unleashed thousands of extremely Yin blade lights. Before the howling pale cold tide, Zhu Jiuyin's face remained unchanged. The clear and melodious sound of metal and stone and the overwhelming storm fell in front of Zhu Jiuyin, blocking the icy tide that froze the world.

The ancestral witch Ru Shou of metal and the ancestral witch Tian Wu of wind descended before Zhu Jiuyin, their earth-shattering metallic sounds and roaring celestial energy blocking out all the surging tides of cold air.

Although the chilling aura was spreading, even the sounds of metal and stone and the celestial energy were freezing little by little, the combined aura of the three ancestral witches still managed to block the terrifying blade light unleashed by Taiwei.

Taiwei's previous performance already demonstrated the terrifying power of Taiwei. In a one-on-one fight, probably none of the Twelve Ancestral Witches could defeat Taiwei. That's why Zhujiuyin decided to gather the power of three Ancestral Witches to fight against Taiwei.

In Ru Shou's hand was a celestial chime made of polished blue jade. This was Ru Shou's magic weapon. The moment the sound of the celestial chime appeared, all the spiritual energy in the void transformed into Geng and Xin metal energies with different attributes.

Swords flashed and blades clashed, axes and spears gleamed and gathered in all directions. Ru Shou remained motionless, and the Geng and Xin metal energies between heaven and earth transformed into a roaring torrent, tearing apart and shattering the descending Taiyin moonlight.

As Tianwu the Ancestral Witch watched Rushou's movements, a pair of Heavenly Steel Wings gleaming with a faint, cold light slowly flapped behind him. With each flap, a violent gale-force wind erupted in front of Tianwu, and at the same time, Tianwu's figure appeared behind Taiwei as if he had teleported instantly.

The Heavenly Wings flashed with cold light. Taiwei glanced at them, and a fox tail wrapped around the White Dragon Axe, sending Tianwu flying. The earth-shaking dragon roar shook the void and brought Tianwu, who was drifting aimlessly in the midst of the turmoil, back to his feet.

One after another, powerful streaks of light descended, and Tianwu's Heavenly Wings intertwined to shatter countless streaks of axe light. However, his body was also repeatedly blasted back by the immense power unleashed by the White Dragon Axe.

A second fox tail emerged, and wind and thunder erupted from Xuanwang Iron Halberd. The howling wind and dense lightning sparks exploded. Ru Shou, clad in golden armor, had just appeared not far from Taiwei when he was blasted away by the torrent of wind and thunder that swept across the void.

The sound of metal and stone resounded continuously, but the even grander sound of wind and thunder subtly drowned out the sound of metal and stone that Ru Shou was drawing upon to activate the metal energy of Geng and Xin.

Zhu Jiuyin's expression grew increasingly solemn as he looked at Ru Shou and Tian Wu, who were being suppressed by Taiwei's two fox tails. At this moment, Taiwei's strength was several times greater than when he fought Xuanming. Only then did Zhu Jiuyin realize that Taiwei had been hiding his strength before. In fact, Zhu Jiuyin was unsure whether Taiwei had been hiding his strength at all.

However, Tianwu and Rushou's condition was declining, and Zhujiuyin could no longer think. The Heavenly Key swept through the void, and the power of time froze all things in the void. Taiwei, who had just blasted Tianwu away, suddenly became serious and realized that the extremely obscure power of time had fallen around him.

The Emperor Tai's sword unleashed a sword light as powerful and gentle as a dragon and snake, tearing through the myriad laws of the void. Tai Yi stared expressionlessly at the blood blooming before him. The Ancestral Witch Jumang groaned and took several steps back. Countless lush green lights rose up, and his figure was already hidden in the endless primeval forest.

The celestial realm where Taiyi resides has been transformed by Jumang into a boundless primeval forest. As the ancestral witch of wood, as long as Taiyi cannot eradicate the entire forest, he cannot truly harm Jumang. This was originally a fact that Jumang himself believed.

However, the moment Taiyi made his move, Jumang realized that he had underestimated this silent celestial demon. Compared to Taiwei, who had previously displayed his strength, Taiyi seemed to be no weaker.

The moment the Emperor Tai's sword struck, it was as if the entire primeval jungle was under attack. Jumang's proud supernatural power was broken by Taiyi the instant it appeared. After suffering several blows, Jumang realized that Taiyi's attack treated the primeval jungle as a whole.

With each strike of the Emperor Tai's sword, countless stars faintly appeared in the sky, their light precisely enveloping the primeval forest. Taiyi didn't even need to target Jumang's true form; as long as Taiyi erased the primeval forest, Jumang would naturally be severely injured.

Upon realizing this, Jumang immediately withdrew from the Primitive Forest, but Taiyi immediately launched a full-scale attack on Jumang.

The magnificent purple sword light was filled with nobility and imperial pressure. With each strike, Jumang had to use all his strength to barely block it, and his own treasured creation, Earth Light, was even cracked.

Ju Mang's miserable state was naturally seen by the other Ancestral Witches. If Taiwei's fighting style was ever-changing, then Taiyi's fighting style was to crush the opponent with absolute power and grand momentum.

Regardless of his fighting style, Taiyi's combat power was no less than that of Taiwei. Dijiang and Xizi appeared in front of Jumang, their Zhichi Staff and Chihuang Blade intersecting before Jumang, shattering a sword light that carried the brilliance of ten thousand stars.

In Dijiang's eyes, endless spatial turbulence surged, and countless imperceptible, formless, and intangible spatial barriers had appeared in the space where Taiyi was located.

As the Emperor of Thailand's sword fell, the purple sword light ripped through the sky like a slash, but the moment the sword light landed, a series of booming sounds rang out. It was as if the purple sword light had collided with something, and the powerful sword intent it carried weakened again and again.

By the time the sword light reached Jumang, the intensity of the Ziwei sword light was less than one percent of its original strength. Thousands of vines rose in front of Jumang, and a giant hand opened, easily crushing the brilliant purple sword light.

"Your use of spatial power is good, but not enough. If it's weakened by a hundredfold, then I only need to ensure that even one percent of the Purple Star Sword Light can kill you."

Taiyi swung the Emperor Tai Sword down again, and the Ziwei Star appeared behind Taiyi's head. The vast sword light, its aura expanded countless times, pierced through thousands of spatial barriers amidst a series of explosions, sending the three Ancestral Witches, Dijiang, Jumang, and Xizi, flying away.

Dijiang's face was cold. He slashed his staff across the space in front of him, and the fractured space seemed to tear apart the purple-brown sword light like countless sharp blades. Jumang took a deep breath, and countless plants and ancient trees in the Xuanming Continent trembled in unison. A surge of powerful vitality gathered and healed the injuries in the three of them.

Xi Zi looked at Tai Yi opposite him, a flash of dense lightning streaking across his blood-red hair: "Starry Sky Path? Let me see if your Starry Sky Path can keep up with my speed."

A scorching bolt of lightning flashed across Taiyi's eyes. In the blink of an eye, Xizi's figure had already disappeared. Taiyi frowned slightly, as even with his cultivation level, he was somewhat unable to detect Xizi's speed.

In an instant, the dark red lightning split into tens of millions of strands. The lightning, moving in all directions, had already exceeded the speed limit that the Taiyi realm could capture. A streak of blood-red light shot out, and Taiyi's Emperor Sword also swiftly slashed past his side, but only brought with it a few strands of red lightning.

With a furrowed brow, Taiyi's Emperor Sword exploded with endless starlight, countless purple starlight streaked across the surrounding sky, and tens of thousands of meteors fell, piercing through the thousands of barriers that reappeared in the void. However, neither the starlight and sword energy nor the falling meteors could touch the already luminous Xizi.

(End of this chapter)