Primordial Era: A brick knocks Hongyun unconscious, and he seizes the throne at the start.

The chaos of the Zhou Tian Star Array lasted for two full hours.

The demon race paid the price of seventeen demon gods falling and more than half of the three hundred and sixty-five main star array eyes being destroyed in order to barely stabilize the great array. However, the problem of the imbalance of yin and yang could not be cured. The power of the great array dropped by 40%, and it always made a grating "creaking" noise when it was in operation, like an old oxcart that was about to fall apart at any time.

Emperor Jun was so angry that he almost smashed the 2.0 version of the Witch-Slaying Sword—if this sword wasn't the culmination of his century of hard work.

"Investigate! Investigate thoroughly for me!" His eyes were bloodshot. "Why did the Moon Star suddenly go berserk? Why is the Sun Star's origin unstable? And why were all seventy-two shattered array nodes secondary nodes?!"

The demon race's high-ranking officials remained silent, none daring to utter a word.

They vaguely suspected that they had been tricked, but to be able to simultaneously scheme against the two supreme stars, the Sun and the Moon, and to precisely detonate seventy-two array eyes... this skill was at least at the Saint level.

But why would a sage do this?

"Could it be the goddess Nuwa..." a demon god muttered softly.

"Shut up!" Taiyi shouted sharply, "How dare you presume to understand a sage!"

But a doubt arose in his mind—although Nuwa was a saint of the demon race, she had always been dissatisfied with the demon race's slaughter of humans. Would she secretly side with the witch race in this final battle?

Once suspicion is sown, it grows wildly like weeds.

Meanwhile, at this moment, in the Wu tribe's camp.

Dijiang looked at the chaos on the demon side, a hint of pleasure flashing in his eyes, but it quickly turned into worry.

"The fact that the demon race's formation malfunctioned is actually a good thing for us," he said to Zhu Jiuyin. "But I always feel... it's too much of a coincidence."

Zhu Jiuyin nodded: "Indeed a coincidence. Moreover, the origins of those three rogue cultivators are also unknown—a peak Great Luo cultivator crushing a Quasi-Saint, when did such figures appear in the Primordial World?"

The two looked at each other and saw the unease in each other's eyes.

It seems that an invisible hand was stirring things up behind the scenes in this final battle.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released.

Six hours passed quickly.

As dawn broke, the three arenas on the northern slope of Mount Buzhou lit up once more.

The illusory image of the Dao Ancestor reappeared, his voice still indifferent:

"Halftime is over. The second match will be a duel between the two leaders."

"Emperor Jun versus Emperor Jiang, the winner will receive forty percent of the fortune. Begin."

Di Jun and Di Jiang exchanged a glance and simultaneously flew onto the second arena.

Neither of them spoke, but the killing intent in their eyes was almost tangible.

A century-old feud is settled today.

"Fight!" Di Jun made the first move, unleashing a ten-thousand-foot-long blood-red sword aura with the Slaughtering Witch Sword 2.0. The arena barrier trembled wherever the sword passed!

Dijiang was not to be outdone. He unleashed a dark blade of light with his corrupted Slaughtering Witch Blade. The resentment of the Witch Clan contained within the blade transformed into a hideous ghost face, which roared as it pounced on Dijun!

"clang--!!!"

The first clash of swords and blades unleashed a shockwave that tore several cracks in the protective barrier surrounding the arena! Countless soldiers from both races were blasted away, and even the six sage avatars frowned slightly, waving their hands to reinforce the barrier.

A full-force battle between two peak Quasi-Saints is terrifying.

But Lu Chen, crouching in the clouds at the edge of the battlefield, shook his head as he watched.

"No good, this is just the beginning," he muttered to Hunyuanzi beside him. "We need to give them a push."

"How do I add it?"

"Guess when the 'Chaos Demon God's Resentful Blood 2.0' in the Slaughtering Witch Sword and the Slaughtering Witch Blade will activate?" Lu Chen grinned.

Hun Yuanzi was taken aback: "Isn't it supposed to activate automatically during a collision?"

"That's how it was originally." Lu Chen took out a magic artifact shaped like a remote control (assembled from parts of the Treasure Dividing Cliff), "but I added a little function—it can remotely control the timing of the burst."

He pressed the first button.

On the arena, Di Jun was cleaving Di Jiang back with a sword strike when he suddenly felt a strange tremor coming from the Witch-Slaying Sword in his hand!

Inside the sword, the drop of chaotic demon god's resentful blood, which had been enhanced by Lu Chen, began to boil without warning!

"Buzz—!"

The Slaughtering Witch Sword erupted with a blinding blood-red light, its power surging by thirty percent! But Di Jun's expression changed drastically—he felt the sword frantically draining his essence and soul!

"This sword... is backfiring?!" Di Jun tried to let go, but found himself firmly held by the sword, unable to move!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dijiang slashed down with his sword!

"Brother, be careful!" Taiyi exclaimed.

Di Jun gritted his teeth, burned his source energy, and forcibly broke free from the sword's suction force, parrying with his sword horizontally.

"clang--!"

In this clash, the Slaughtering Sword let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the strain, and countless black cracks appeared on its blade!

The vengeful blood of the Chaos Demon God has begun to corrode the sword!

"A perfect opportunity!" A ruthless glint flashed in Dijiang's eyes as he prepared to press his advantage—

Lu Chen pressed the second button.

The drop of resentful blood on the hilt of the Demon-Slaying Blade in Dijiang's hand was boiling!

"Huh?!" Dijiang felt a violent, insane, and destructive will rush into his consciousness along the hilt of the sword!

That was the resentment of the Chaos Demon God before his death. After being refined and strengthened by Lu Chen, it was enough to disturb the mind of a Quasi-Saint!

"Get out!" Dijiang roared, suppressing the crowd with all his might.

But in that instant of distraction, Di Jun seized the opportunity and pierced his left shoulder with a sword!

"puff--!"

The blood of the Ancestral Witch splattered, staining the arena red.

"Dijiang!" the Wu tribe camp exclaimed.

Dijiang staggered backward, a madness flashing in his eyes—he was affected by resentment and stopped defending. Instead, he traded blows with Dijun's head!

"Madman!" Di Jun cursed, drawing his sword to defend himself.

The two clashed again, but this time, their fighting style became completely chaotic, a fight to the death.

Amidst the flashing swords and the clash of blades, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Lu Chen watched with great interest: "That's more like it. A fight should look like a fight."

But he didn't forget the important matter.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to the fierce battle on the arena, Lu Chen quietly used his magic to sneak into the underground of the battlefield.

There, he buried 360 "geological bombs".

"Detonate... one-tenth." He manipulated the remote control and pressed the third set of buttons.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—!!!"

At the northern foot of Buzhou Mountain, 36 locations exploded simultaneously!

The earth's veins surged, spiritual energy raged, and the entire battlefield undulated like waves! Countless lich soldiers lost their footing, fell to the ground, and their formation was thrown into chaos!

"What's going on?!"

"An earth dragon has turned over?!"

"No! Someone detonated the ley lines!"

In the chaos, Lu Chen darted along the edge of the battlefield like an eel, his Qiankun Diagram fully activated, frantically collecting the treasures "lost" in the explosion—

A magical artifact that a demon general dropped when he fell—collect it!

The storage bag of a certain witch warrior, which was blasted away, is collected!

Several unlucky guys were even blown up and killed; their equipment was taken from their corpses!

"I'm rich, I'm rich..." Lu Chen muttered as he picked them up, "I should have planted more bombs."

But he didn't dare to be too greedy; detonating one-tenth was already the limit—if he continued detonating, the Dao Ancestor would have to intervene.

Sure enough, the Dao Ancestor's indifferent voice echoed from the heavens:

"quiet."

The ley line disturbance subsided instantly, and the battlefield returned to stability.

However, the chaos just now has already caused considerable losses to both the demon and witch races—the demon race lost 30,000 demon soldiers, the witch race lost 10,000 warriors, and countless supplies were lost.

"Who is it?!" Di Jun and Di Jiang roared simultaneously.

But no one answered.

Lu Chen had already slipped back into the clouds, concealing his achievements and fame.

On the ring, the duel between the two was coming to an end.

Both the Slaughtering Witch Sword and the Slaughtering Witch Blade were on the verge of breaking, and both Di Jun and Di Jiang were covered in wounds and their auras were weak.

"The final blow..." Di Jun gritted his teeth, burning his last bit of essence and pouring it into the broken Slaughtering Witch Sword.

"Just what I wanted!" Dijiang also frantically burned his essence blood, and the Slaughtering Witch Blade transformed into a pitch-black demonic dragon!

The two attacked at the same time!

Sword and blade collided for the last time in mid-air!

"boom--!!!!"

This time, there was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only two crisp sounds—

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

The Witch-Slaying Sword and the Witch-Slaying Blade broke in two at the same time!

The backlash caused Di Jun and Di Jiang to cough up blood and fly backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena, unable to get up again.

A draw.

Both sides suffer.

The illusory figure of the Dao Ancestor remained silent for a moment, then announced:

"The second match ended in a draw. Luck is still on our side."

"Three-hour break at halftime. The third match, the final battle of the entire army, begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, the illusory image of the Dao Ancestor vanished.

The six sage incarnations also disappeared.

The Lich and Lycan races fell into a deathly silence.

With both leaders seriously injured and all their weapons destroyed, how can they possibly fight the final battle?

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released.

Three hours later, the final battle will determine the future of the primordial world.

Meanwhile, Lu Chen had returned to his hiding place and was taking stock of his spoils.

"Seventeen acquired spiritual treasures, three hundred catties of innate materials, two thousand bottles of pills... Not bad." He nodded in satisfaction. "But the main event is yet to come."

He looked at the battlefield of Buzhou Mountain, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"The third event is the real 'garbage-collecting feast'."

"All the arrangements, all the moves, all the pieces..."

"It's time to uncover everything."

He activated his brick-escape technique and crept towards the next "ambush point".

The final climax of the battle is approaching.

And this sixth brother, who's always causing trouble, has already prepared the biggest sack.

We are just waiting for the order.

Let's collect them!