My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

This war between the lich and the demon race was completely disrupted when a heavyweight figure from the demon race personally intervened.

Donghuang Taiyi!

The true pinnacle of combat power in the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race, wielding the innate treasure Chaos Bell, his cultivation has reached the peak of Quasi-Saint.

Prior to this, Taiyi had been stationed in the Heavenly Court and had not personally participated in the frontline battles.

But seeing the demon army being defeated one after another by the witch clan's fierce counterattack, he finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Taiyi chose the Northern Region as the first battle to take action.

That area is the defense zone of Xuanming, the ancestral witch of the Wu tribe.

Xuanming, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, controls the power of wind, rain, ice, and frost. He is cold-hearted and his combat strength is above average among the Ancestral Witches.

Her warriors, who lived in the frigid lands year-round, were fearless and a formidable asset to the Wu tribe.

On that day, a crack appeared in the sky of the Northern Region.

The sound of the Chaos Bell resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and all living beings within a radius of ten thousand miles were shaken by the terrifying sound waves, causing their blood to surge and their souls to feel as if they were about to be torn apart.

Xuanming sensed the danger immediately and summoned all her warriors to meet the enemy. But Taiyi gave her no chance to calmly set up her formation.

The Chaos Bell rang for the second time, and the sound waves transformed into a tangible impact, sweeping across the entire Northern Region Witch Clan camp like a tsunami.

Before thousands of Wu tribe warriors could even scream, they were reduced to dust by the terrifying shockwave.

Xuanming's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He roared and unleashed a burst of frost power that transformed into countless sharp ice spears, shooting towards Taiyi in the sky.

Taiyi didn't even try to dodge.

He gently tapped the Chaos Bell, and a layer of golden light enveloped him.

The ice spears shattered upon impact with the light shield, leaving not even a mark.

"Xuanming, you are no match for me!"

Taiyi's voice came from the sky, cold and majestic, "Surrender, and I may spare your life."

Xuanming's response was an even more violent blizzard, mixed with extreme cold power capable of freezing the primordial spirit, which surged towards Taiyi in an overwhelming manner.

Taiichi frowned, finally becoming more serious.

He activated the Chaos Bell, and the golden sound waves collided with the extreme cold power of Xuanming in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar. Mountains and rivers within a radius of tens of thousands of miles shattered under this attack, the earth cracked, and the sky changed color.

Xuanming groaned and retreated dozens of miles, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

She was indeed no match for Taiichi.

Although the Ancestral Witches were powerful, the gap between them and Taiyi, who possessed a supreme innate treasure, was still obvious in a one-on-one fight.

But she is an ancestral witch, a descendant of the god Pangu, how could she easily admit defeat?

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, but the fighting spirit in her eyes burned even brighter.

A surge of chilling energy erupted from his body, and he transformed into a streak of white light, rushing towards Taiyi once more.

Taiyi sighed, seemingly with some regret.

He struck the Chaos Bell once more.

This time, the bell tolled not as an area-of-effect attack, but as an invisible ripple that struck Xuanming precisely.

Xuanming's body jolted violently, as if struck by an invisible mountain. He was sent flying backward and crashed heavily into the ground, creating a bottomless crater.

She lay at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, her breath barely perceptible. But her heart was still beating.

The body of an ancestral witch is not so easily destroyed.

Taiyi hovered high in the sky, looking down at Xuanming in the pit, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

He could deliver the final blow and end Xuanming's life, but doing so would inevitably enrage the entire Wu Clan and invite even fiercer retaliation!

When that moment truly arrives, the demon race will likely find it difficult to withstand the earth-shattering wrath of the witch race!

After weighing his options for a moment, he ultimately decided to back down.

"withdraw."

Taiyi uttered a single word and turned to leave with the demon army.

In this battle, the demon race won a great victory.

Xuanming was critically injured and on the verge of death. Most of his Wu Clan warriors had been killed or wounded, and the Northern Region's defense line was on the verge of collapse.

When the news reached the heart of the Wu tribe, the remaining eleven ancestral witches, including Houtu, were all furious!

Dijiang smashed the stone table in front of him on the spot, his eyes blazing with fury: "Taiyi! I will kill you!" Zhurong was even more enraged, wishing he could rush to the Heavenly Court and fight Taiyi to the death.

But this time, Gonggong unusually refrained from arguing with Zhurong. Instead, he said with a gloomy face, "Taiyi's strength has exceeded our expectations. With the Chaos Bell in his hands, none of us can defeat him in a one-on-one fight."

"Then let's all go together!"

Zhu Rong roared.

Even if we all attack together, we might not win.

Gonggong said coldly, "Don't forget, the demon race also has Dijun. If we all go to besiege and kill Taiyi, Dijun will definitely take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on our rear. Xuanming's example is a case in point; we must be on guard."

Zhu Rong was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't utter a rebuttal.

Dijiang took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice, "Gonggong is right, we cannot act impulsively. Now that Taiyi has made his move, the battle ahead will only become more brutal. We must find a way to deal with his Chaos Bell."

"How should we deal with this?"

Zhu Yin spoke, his voice hoarse, "The Chaos Bell is a supreme innate treasure, combining offense and defense, with virtually no weaknesses. Unless we have a treasure of equal level, we simply cannot contend with it."

The ancestral witches fell silent.

Treasures of the same level... Pangu Axe was indeed of that level, but that thing had long since shattered, turning into various innate spiritual treasures scattered throughout the prehistoric world.

Although they possessed some valuable treasures, none of them could directly rival the Chaos Bell.

"Report—"

Just then, a spies from the Wu tribe rushed over, knelt on one knee, and said, "Your Majesty, news has come from the demon race—Emperor Jun has ordered a large-scale capture of humans, seemingly with ulterior motives."

The ancestral witches looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Capture humans?"

Zhu Rong scratched his head. "The demon race can't beat us, so they take it out on the humans?"

"wrong."

Dijiang frowned. "Dijun isn't the kind of person who would do something useless. He must have a special purpose in capturing humans."

Houtu stood in the corner, and upon hearing this news, her heart skipped a beat.

She remembered a piece of history that Meng Chuan had once mentioned to her—the Sword of Slaughtering Witches!

In the later stages of the Lich War, the demon race, unable to conquer the Lich race and fearing their powerful physical bodies, devised a vicious plan: to capture humans, extract their souls and blood essence, and forge a deadly sword specifically designed to counter the Lich race's physical strength.

Although humans are individually weak, they are born with powerful souls and possess a special power that can restrain the Pangu bloodline of the Wu tribe.

A sword forged from the souls and blood of countless humans can inflict fatal damage on the witch race.

This is the origin of the Witch-Slaying Sword.

Houtu originally thought this would happen later, but she didn't expect the demon race to start taking action so quickly.

She lowered her eyes without making a sound, but her mind was racing.

She had already heard Meng Chuan mention the Slaughtering Witch Sword, so she wasn't surprised.

What bothered her was that this event occurred much earlier than the "history" Meng Chuan mentioned.

Was it because of her "time travel" that something changed?

She knew very well—

Once the Witch-Slaying Sword is completed, the Witch Clan will face an unprecedented crisis!