If I let you lie low and remain the Dragon King, would you have unified the primordial world?

Chapter 105 Yinglong Suffers a Robbery

Pangu's voice resounded in all directions, and Donghuang Taiyi on the Sun Star was suddenly shocked, his Chaos Bell almost flying out of his hand.

A tremendous pulling force was drawing the Chaos Bell away, as if it wanted to snatch it away.

Donghuang Taiyi had to exert all his divine powers to suppress the Chaos Bell and prevent it from slipping out of his grasp.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun encountered the same situation.

He looked at the trembling Pangu Banner and Taiji Diagram, and once again unleashed a golden light to suppress these two innate treasures.

"The great god Pangu has been gone for countless years, but the figure he left behind has been summoned and still possesses such great power."

A hint of apprehension flashed in Hongjun Daozu's eyes, and he became even more worried about the Wu Clan.

With such a powerful formation at their disposal, wouldn't the Wu tribe be able to easily sweep across the prehistoric world?

In that case, where would the great calamity of the lich be?

"The Witch Clan is so powerful that we must find a way to balance them in the future."

Hongjun Daozu fell into deep thought, and he couldn't help but look down at the dragon race below.

Using the dragon race to restrain the witch race would be a good idea, and it would also deplete the dragon race's strength, forcing them to withdraw from the prehistoric world and paving the way for the future development of the prehistoric world.

At this moment, after the Twelve Ancestral Witches summoned the figure of Pangu, they immediately took action.

The Heaven-Opening Axe failed to be summoned. Pangu's shadow clenched his fist in the void, and a phantom axe appeared in his hand.

After the appearance of this axe that opened the heavens, the power of Pangu's figure became even more terrifying.

At this moment, even the Old Ancestor Yinglong felt a sense of fear.

Such a powerful opponent was simply beyond his ability to contend with.

"Alas, I regret not heeding Ao Bai's advice back then!"

Ancestor Yinglong had a thought flash through his mind. If he continued to hold on, it would be like leading the dragon race to their deaths.

There's absolutely no need to continue this pointless battle.

"All creatures of the East Sea, escape with me!"

Ancestor Yinglong roared, "Continuing will only lead to our deaths." Ancestor Yinglong was unwilling to lead everyone to do such a meaningless thing. He put aside his pride and chose to live a life of ignominy to preserve the bloodline of the dragon race.

"Want to leave now? Too late!"

The shadow of Pangu spoke, and the illusory divine axe cleaved down instantly, aiming straight for Ancestor Yinglong.

The Heaven-Opening Axe emitted a dazzling divine light as it angrily cleaved off the head of the Yinglong dragon.

Ancestor Yinglong had long intended to retire, but now that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had approached him, he did his best to dodge to the side.

However, Pangu's speed was incredibly fast; with a flash of axe light, he arrived in front of Ancestor Yinglong.

"roar!"

At this critical moment, the Ancestor Yinglong transformed into a giant yellow dragon, baring its fangs and claws, and angrily soaring into the sky.

"puff!"

The Heaven-Opening Divine Axe fell in response, cleaving the late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal Yinglong in two with a single blow!

Even a dragon with a body hundreds of millions of feet long could not withstand the power of a single strike from the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe!

When this axe fell, the heavens and earth trembled, and the wind and clouds changed color.

The twelve Ancestral Witches were overjoyed at their successful attack.

So what if they are late-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortals? They still end up as victims of their axes!

Secretly, the onlookers were filled with fear; they had all felt the terrifying threat from the Heaven-Opening Axe's strike.

If that attack had been aimed at them, they probably wouldn't have had a chance to survive, or even dodge it.

"roar!"

Ancestor Yinglong roared angrily, a painful tearing sensation spreading throughout his body.

Although he successfully dodged the attack, the dragon clan suffered heavy casualties.

Although those aquatic creatures were not the primary targets of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the aftershocks of this attack were enough to annihilate them.

"Old man Yinglong, why don't you face your death!"

The voices of the Twelve Ancestral Witches rang out again; they would not let this golden opportunity slip by.

However, Ao Bai noticed that after the Twelve Ancestral Witches launched their first attack, they did not immediately strike again, but instead paused for a moment.

In his view, this might be a drawback of the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation".

After the attack, they were forced to pause briefly due to exhaustion of their power and the significant backlash on the Ancestral Witches.

In such a short time, no one could seize the opportunity to make a move.

Moreover, even if they retaliate, it probably won't have much effect.

The "Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation" is not so easy to break.

However, at this moment, Ancestor Yinglong had already transformed into a streak of blood-red light and fled into the distance.

The Old Ancestor Yinglong clearly noticed this as well, and successfully seized the opportunity to create some distance for himself.

"cut!"

The shadow of Pangu roared once more, and the axe of creation cleaved through the air.

This strike traversed endless mountains and seas, as if time and space no longer existed, and all supernatural powers and spells became indisputable.

As long as you are not dead, you are within the attack range of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe!

"boom!"

This attack was earth-shattering and devastating.

However, at this critical moment, Ancestor Yinglong fled with all his might, and a power that did not belong to him was added to his body, causing him to explode instantly.

"boom!"

Ancestor Yinglong vanished instantly, having completely dodged the attack; the raging Heaven-Opening Divine Axe missed its target.

The twelve ancestral witches were slightly taken aback. This was their first time using the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation," so they were not clear about the specifics.

It's probably normal that Ancestor Yinglong was able to dodge their attacks.

Many monks can unleash their potential under the threat of death.

"Big brother, let's give chase!"

"Stop chasing! Disperse the formation and occupy the East Sea Dragon Palace."

Emperor Jiang, the ancestral sorcerer, gave the order, and they immediately dispersed their great formation and appeared in the sky above the East China Sea.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood proudly between heaven and earth, their divine power invincible and inspiring awe.

However, this was a scene deliberately created by the ancestral witches; they were all breathing heavily at the moment, their faces pale.

They had already exhausted a lot of their mana with just two attacks, and suffered a terrible backlash.

"It's highly unlikely that old man Yinglong could have dodged it. Even in his prime, he couldn't have dodged it, and now he's severely injured and on the verge of death. How did he manage to do it!"

"The Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin said in a low voice."

Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch, glanced at the heavens above and did not discuss the matter further.

"In this battle, the dragon race suffered countless casualties, and the entire East Sea fell into our hands. We will immediately occupy this place. Let's return to Buzhou Mountain, study the integration of the formation, and then attack the Sun Star!"

Through practical experience, the ancestral witch Dijiang discovered the flaws in the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation".

Because their coordination was not perfect, the consumption of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was extremely high, and even their powerful ancestral witch bodies were somewhat unable to withstand it.

In particular, the backlash of divine and malevolent energy is something that ordinary living beings cannot withstand.

"The East Sea is rich in resources, and the Dragon Clan possesses considerable wealth as well. Now, all of this is ours!"

The ancestral witches cheered and then entered the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

As for the dragon corpses that died in battle, they will all become food for the witch clan.

At this very moment, the ancestor Yinglong, who was hundreds of millions of miles away, appeared with a miserable expression.

Although he managed to unleash that fatal blow in time, it was still not enough to evade the attack of the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation".

At the last moment, a mysterious force appeared, helping him escape death.

"Many thanks to the Dao Ancestor for saving my life!"

Ancestor Yinglong respectfully bowed in the direction of Zixiao Palace to express his gratitude.

Although Ancestor Yinglong did not see the Dao Ancestor's figure, he knew very well that the only one who could save him at that moment was probably Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

After paying his respects to the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Yinglong pondered for a long time before flying off towards the easternmost region.

"The Witch Clan slaughtered countless of my Dragon Clan members. I will not be satisfied until this grudge is avenged!"

A hint of madness flashed in the eyes of Ancestor Yinglong. Unbeknownst to him, he had already been corrupted by the aura of the Great Calamity, affecting some of his judgments.

Hatred and anger made him unable to remain rational, and he lost his previous composure and the wisdom of being detached from the situation.

Ancestor Yinglong didn't consider whether he was a match for the other party; he only thought about revenge.

This situation is quite similar to that of the Ancestral Dragon during the Three Clans period.

The terrifying influence of a great calamity is awe-inspiring.

The saying "Once you enter a great calamity, you will be reduced to ashes" is absolutely true.

"Why!"

In the South China Sea, Ao Bai watched as the Wu Clan army defeated the Yinglong Ancestor, and he knew that the East Sea Dragon Clan had been completely wiped out.

This was a huge blow to the already weak dragon race.

"As expected, the demon race has no intention of helping us. They are struggling to survive themselves, so why would they come to our aid?"

Ao Feng frowned deeply; he was clearly very dissatisfied with the demon race's actions.

After all, they had helped the demon race several times in the past, but unfortunately, when the dragon race was in trouble, the demon race didn't even dare to step forward.

"Father, let's go."

Ao Bai advised that the demons were not coming in order to protect themselves.

Given the strength of the demon race, they are currently unable to confront the witch race head-on, so it is impossible for them to come to the rescue.

Allies among the ancients are merely bound by interests; no one will truly risk their life for you.

The dragon race suffered heavy casualties this time. Although Ao Bai and his group did not participate in the battle directly, the destruction of the East Sea will have a huge impact on them.

It is worth mentioning that none of the dragons from the other three seas came forward to rescue the East Sea.

The dragon race is no longer the overlord it once was; while they live a life of mere survival, they have also lost much of their blood and courage.

Ao Feng and Ao Bai continued their journey, traveling for several hundred years before finally reaching the South China Sea.

In the South China Sea, Ya Zi sensed the arrival of Ao Bai and Ao Feng, and immediately went to greet them personally.

"Ao Feng and Ao Bai, you've finally arrived! I've been looking forward to this ever since I heard about you."

Ya Zi seemed very happy. Over the years, he had been guarding the South China Sea alone, with few helpers by his side.

The once glorious dragon race is now confined to the South China Sea Dragon Palace.

The vast sea frontier is entirely occupied by other creatures.

"Your Highness, how have you been? We also rushed here without stopping along the way, but the distance from Henghe Water Palace to the South Sea is indeed too far."

Ao Feng said with a smile.

"Alas, what a pity! The East Sea Dragon Palace has been breached by the Witch Clan, and our fortune has suffered another great loss. We must never forgive the Witch Clan in the future!"

Ya Zi said angrily. He hated the Wu Clan to the bone, but now that he had personally taken control of the South China Sea, he realized how difficult it was to be a clan leader.

Lacking sufficient strength, they had to protect their tribe while also dealing with powerful enemies, searching for a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

"Your Highness, there is no need to be angry. The Witch Clan is powerful now and we cannot afford to provoke them. However, they have other enemies. For the time being, the South China Sea is safe. We can just focus on our cultivation."

Ao Bai comforted him.

Their strength was insufficient, so they could only focus on cultivation. Unfortunately, despite Ya Zi's countless efforts over the years, he still could not break through to the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

The suppression of the dragon race by the will of Heaven is extremely powerful.

The dragon race is now like an abandoned clan, barely surviving in the shadows, waiting for their clan to be slowly eroded.

The reason why the dragon race in later generations had a thinner bloodline and weaker strength was precisely because they were gradually weakened from this time onwards.

"The fate of Ancestor Yinglong is currently unknown, and the clansmen I sent out to gather information have yielded nothing. However, everyone witnessed that the Ancestor successfully escaped that day."

Ya Zi continued, saying that he certainly did not want Ancestor Yinglong to die.

This is the most powerful being in the Dragon Clan right now. With Ancestor Yinglong around, the Dragon Clan has the strength to maintain its prestige.

The reason why the Dragon Palace in the four seas can still operate is probably largely due to the Yinglong Ancestor.

Without the deterrent power of the Ancestor Yinglong, the aquatic creatures of the four seas would likely be able to turn against the dragon race.

"If the ancestor escapes, he will most likely go to the easternmost region, where the Holy Monarch protects him, and the Witch Clan will not dare to go there easily."

Ao Bai said.

As the Holy Lord of the Eastern Pole, Meng Zhang's strength in the Eastern Pole is comparable to that of a Saint Realm Supreme. Even with the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation," the current Witch Clan does not dare to attack Meng Zhang.

The majesty of a sage is not something anyone dares to easily provoke.

"Haha, let's settle down in the South China Sea first, and then we can discuss other things later."

Ya Zi personally arranged accommodations for Ao Feng and Ao Bai, and they brought an army of 400 million, which could greatly expand the power in the South China Sea.

At that time, external expansion and the recovery of lost territory can be put on the agenda.

However, the Witch Clan is now very powerful, and Ao Bai and his group have to be on guard.

If the Wu Clan targets them and attacks the South China Sea again, Ao Bai and his group will truly have nowhere to go.

Although the world is vast, it has an end. If the Wu tribe is determined to hunt them down, they can indeed drive them to the point where they have nowhere to stand.

At this moment, the Wu tribe has occupied the East Sea and seized its resources, which has made the entire Wu tribe jubilant.

Having acquired the resources of the East Sea and annihilated some dragons, the Witch Clan's resentment lessened considerably, and therefore they did not launch further attacks on the dragons.

The Four Seas are too vast. If they continue to attack the Dragon Clan, a large number of Witch Clan members will be needed to guard the Four Seas.

Meanwhile, the demon race was keeping the witch race occupied in another direction, forcing them to guard against the demon race's attacks.

At least for now, the demon race remains the greatest enemy of the witch race.

As long as the demon race exists, the witch race cannot devote all its strength to fighting the dragon race.

Meanwhile, after returning to Buzhou Mountain, the Ancestral Witches were actively practicing the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation," and their next step was to attack the demon race!

(End of this chapter)