On another battlefield, a high-pitched cry shook the heavens. The Nine Phoenix transformed directly into its true form, nine heads on one body, a bird with a human face, descending from the sky.
With its nine heads fully emerged, three unleashed purple lightning divine thunder, three conjured the void heavenly winds, and the remaining three became three blood-red stars, encircling Kong Xuan and rescuing the several Great Shamans shrouded by the Five-Colored Divine Light.
Kong Xuan looked up at the Nine Phoenix. Behind him, the Five-Colored Divine Light swept out again, its meta-magnetic force instantly surging, devouring the Nine Phoenix's endless wind and thunder power.
But the Nine Phoenix merely sneered. Its massive body soared and weaved through the sky, as if possessing infinite lightning and heavenly winds. The stars of Sha, Po, and Lang were summoned from afar, trapping Kong Xuan.
On the other side, Xiang Liu emerged. Endless water and swamps permeated Da Nu's Nine Heavens Illusory Realm; he was unfazed by illusions. Boundless poisonous swamps spread across the battlefield, devouring the lives of tens of thousands of demonic beasts.
Above the heavens, Great Shamans and Demon Saints unleashed their various divine abilities and methods without reservation. Ordinary Witch and Demon tribesmen could be annihilated by the aftermath of clashes between immensely powerful beings if they were not careful.
Every moment, every second, countless witches and demons perished.
Ming He, in the Sea of Blood, laughed heartily. With a wave of his hand, the Asura Banner flew into the Witch-Demon battlefield. Countless drops of Witch-Demon blood were drawn and flowed into the Sea of Blood.
The high-ranking officials of both the Witch and Demon tribes, seeing this, fell silent. For even without Ming He's intervention, such vast mountains of corpses and seas of blood would naturally flow into the Sea of Blood.
Thus, even though they felt displeased, neither tribe uttered a word. Moreover, Ming He was perceptive; the Asura Banner was planted at the edge of the Witch-Demon battlefield, only drawing the blood of witches and demons, leaving their corpses untouched.
On the battlefield, Qi and Xing Tian clashed. One was a master of the blade, the other the War God of the Witch tribe. Their saber and battle-ax were both formidable and destructive weapons.
Qi transformed into his Eight-Forked Serpent true form. The body of the Eight-Forked Serpent wielded a long saber, its life-bound weapon soulfully integrated. Its crimson eyes revealed terrifying killing intent. With a slash, faster than lightning, like a fleeting glimpse of life, it brought death.
Xing Tian roared, his battle intent erupting. The ancient shield in his hand instantly activated, and the giant axe in his right hand cleaved down, like an axe that splits heaven and earth, separating the turbid and clear, dividing the world into two poles.
Axe met saber; the saber cut, the axe retreated; the axe advanced, the saber emerged. Within a million-mile radius, all life perished, be it demon or witch.
If these were supreme great cultivators, they could still restrain their power and avoid harming sentient beings, but Qi was merely a great cultivator of heaven and earth at this moment and naturally could not restrain himself.
Xing Tian would not allow him to restrain himself either.
Xing Tian roared to the sky, laughing heartily, "Good! Few in the Demon race can match me. Today, I shall surely sever your serpentine head, to satisfy my heart's joy!"
The more Xing Tian fought, the more his battle intent grew, the fiercer he became, showing no signs of exhaustion. In his eyes, life was endless, and battle was constant. Perhaps even if his life were gone, the battle would continue!
Qi did not retreat either. He would cut down those weaker than him with a single saber strike, and grow stronger against those who were stronger.
One was the foremost Great Shaman under Patriarch Witches of Di Jiang, the foremost War Shaman of the Witch tribe.
The other was the younger brother of the Demon Ancestor, who had cultivated for hundreds of eons and emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood as an unparalleled swordsman.
Their meeting was like dry tinder and fierce fire. The clash of saber and axe split heaven and earth.
On the Witch-Demon battlefield, billions of witches and demons fought. Countless mountains and rivers were razed to the ground, vast tracts of land sank for miles, and the sky and void shattered into countless pieces. More than half of the Primordial World was engulfed in this war.
Although the more than one hundred Great Shamans dispatched by the Witch tribe could suppress the Demon Saints, the Demon army held a numerical advantage over the Witch army. Moreover, various unfathomable spirit treasures, divine talismans, puppets, formations, and the town-guarding methods of various ancient tribes were revealed, putting the Witch army in a difficult predicament.
The twelve Patriarch Witches' expressions turned grim. The Witch tribe had won two battles against the Demon tribe and had always suppressed them. Now, the situation was reversed.
This could not continue. If the Witch army were to be defeated, the great fortune of the Witch tribe would be lost.
Immediately, the twelve Patriarch Witches acted in unison, reaching for the Demon Saints on the battlefield.
Upon seeing the Patriarch Witches arrive, the Demon Saints were terrified and scattered. It was a joke to think they could withstand a Patriarch Witch; they would only be crushed by a single palm. Such a sacrifice was pointless and not worth it.
The Demon Emperors in the sky had already prepared for this move by the Witch tribe. The Heavenly Stars array instantly shifted, and ten thousand stars descended. The four directions suddenly brightened, and billions of stars rained down, smashing towards the twelve Patriarch Witches.
Di Jiang's outstretched hand had already grasped Qi, but he cried out in pain from the impact of the Heavenly Stars. His hand loosened, and Qi escaped.
Qi immediately retreated, widening the distance between himself and the Witch tribe, and coldly watched the twelve Patriarch Witches.
Forced by the falling billions of stars, the twelve Patriarch Witches had no choice but to transform into their true Patriarch Witch forms, billions of feet tall, capable of plucking stars and grasping the sun and moon.
Di Jun, in the Northern Emperor Star, had a chilling expression. He turned the River Chart and Luo Book, and the Heavenly Stars rotated like tides, dimming the sky. The heavens of the Primordial World transformed into a starry sky.
Billions of stars twinkled in the starry sky, like celestial lamps illuminating the night. Main stars and lesser stars shone, their light seen in the heavens and their radiance observed on the ground. With countless calculations and the collective wisdom of the endless Demon race, the Heavenly Stars Array encompassed the entire Primordial World.
The Primordial World became a sea of stars; the Primordial World became the universe.
Endless starlight arranged and connected under the profound principles of the River Chart and Luo Book. Ancient innate Dao patterns slowly rotated, mysterious rays of light weaving the meridians of heaven and earth. The laws of the Primordial World, the light of the sun and moon, Tai Yin and Tai Yang, came into being from nothingness, materialized from emptiness. Starlight flowed like water, and a great tide rose in the south, a turbulent surge from chaos sweeping across billions of sentient beings in the Primordial World.
Countless beings watched in shock and awe. Great Luo cultivators and powerful beings alike were shaken in their Dao hearts. This was the Heavenly Stars, this was the vastness of the universe and the sea of stars.
The twelve Patriarch Witches' faces were grim. The Heavenly Stars Array today was far more profound than the one from the second battle.
Di Jiang roared, "The Twelve Ancestral Capitals God-Demon Formation begins!"
The twelve Patriarch Witches stood in unison. The twelve Witch meridians surged into the Buzhou Divine Mountain. Heaven and earth trembled, all things feared, and a world-ending demonic god took shape amidst the endless malevolent energy.
Pangu's colossal form reappeared in heaven and earth, but this time Pangu's colossal form resembled a demonic god even more – the Pangu demonic god who fought three thousand enemies alone in the chaos, killing and annihilating three thousand gods and demons!
Terrifying malevolent energy swept across the Witch-Demon battlefield, and countless demons were drawn into it, turning to dust.
The Four Imperial Ranks roared in anger, the Sun, Moon, South Pole, and Ziwei stars descended together. Billions of stars arranged themselves into twelve hundred million formations, trapping Pangu's colossal form.
Kun Peng's face contorted with ferocity. His primordial spirit and demonic power reached their peak. His Kun Peng Devour evolved into the devouring of stars and the universe. A universe, like a chicken egg, trapped Pangu's colossal form.
However, this time it was a chicken egg of a sea of stars, and this time it was a Pangu colossal form.
The Heavenly Stars isolated Pangu's colossal form from the Witch-Demon battlefield. From then on, the Witch and Demon tribes would no longer have high-level combatants descending to slaughter lower-level witches and demons.
All beings could only see a patch of starry universe enveloping Buzhou Mountain, and could no longer see Buzhou. Perhaps they did not know that this was the last time they would ever see Buzhou Divine Mountain.