8mi Chapter 70 The Lich War
Chapter 70 The Lich War
Chapter 70: The Lich War (Part 2)
Di Jun used the half-finished Slaughtering Witch Sword to pierce through Xuan Ming's physical body, instantly boosting his confidence. However, he was shattered by the Styx's Yuan Tu and A Bi. The appearance of the Styx and the Asura race forced the demon race to the brink of destruction. In order to turn the tide of the battle, Di Jun and Tai Yi set up the Zhou Tian Star Array and summoned the phantom of the demon god, intending to make a desperate gamble.
"Roar!" Faced with the demon race's Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation, the witch race also formed a formation and summoned the phantom of Pangu to fight against it.
"Bang!" The aftershocks from the collision of the two phantoms instantly shattered the space, creating numerous spatial black holes. Countless members of the Lich and Demon races with low cultivation levels were sucked into these black holes.
The ultimate battle between the Wu and Yao races caused the entire Thirty-Three Heavens to collapse. Di Jun, who was in the main formation of the Zhou Tian Star Array, sensed something was wrong. The Thirty-Three Heavens was the foundation of the Yao race. If the fighting continued, it would definitely be completely destroyed. Even if the Yao race won, it would be a net loss. So he said to Taiyi beside him, "Second brother, we can't continue fighting the Wu race in the Thirty-Three Heavens. Otherwise, the entire Thirty-Three Heavens will collapse completely. We should lure them to the Primordial World."
"Okay!" Taiyi realized that things couldn't continue like this, so he nodded and said.
Subsequently, under the guidance of Di Jun and Tai Yi, the phantom of the demon god began to move towards the prehistoric world. Seeing the Zhou Tian Star Array moving, the phantom of Pangu also immediately followed.
And so, the great battle between the two sides raged from the Thirty-Three Heavens to the Primordial Continent.
In the chaos, Hongjun had already been beaten black and blue by Xuanchu, but Xuanchu was not in good shape either. Hongjun was a saint, blessed by the Heavenly Dao, and his magical power was inexhaustible. Although Xuanchu was powerful, he had also consumed a lot of magical power after fighting for so long.
"Xuan Chu, the Wu and Yao races have already fought their way to the Primordial World. If you don't want them to destroy the Primordial World, you must let me leave immediately, otherwise you will become a sinner of the Primordial World." Through his senses, Hongjun learned that the battlefield of the Wu-Yao decisive battle had moved from the Thirty-Three Heavens to the Primordial World. This made Hongjun extremely anxious. If the Thirty-Three Heavens were destroyed, the Heavenly Dao would only suffer some loss, but if the Primordial World were destroyed, then both the Heavenly Dao and the Earthly Dao would vanish into thin air.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Chu frowned. He realized that things were somewhat unexpected. Although Xuan Chu was a Primordial Limitless Golden Immortal, theoretically he would not be affected even if the Primordial World were completely destroyed. However, the Primordial World was created by Pangu, and Xuan Chu had contributed a lot when Pangu created it. Deep down, Xuan Chu did not want anything to happen to the Primordial World.
Seeing that Xuan Chu was wavering, Hongjun quickly continued, "Fellow Daoist Xuan Chu, you fought alongside the Great God Pangu against three thousand Chaos Demons to create the Primordial World. Even the Great God Pangu sacrificed himself to create the Primordial World. Can you really bear to see it destroyed?"
"Boom!" Before Xuan Chu could make a decision, a loud noise was heard, and a hole was torn in the primordial sky. Countless weak waters poured down, instantly drowning countless living beings.
"Not good!" Xuan Chu sensed something was wrong and, without bothering to get entangled with Hong Jun, returned to the prehistoric world at top speed, with Hong Jun following closely behind.
It turns out that the decisive battle between the Lich and Demon races has finally come to an end. The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, set up by all the Primordial Golden Immortals, has finally defeated the Demon race's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation.
Covered in wounds, Di Jun looked at the countless dead and wounded demons, his heart filled with despair and his face filled with resentment. Of the ten demon saints, only Bai Ze remained, and even the demon queen Xi He had perished. Looking at the arrogant phantom of Pangu before him, Di Jun understood that the demon race had lost. After scheming for countless years, they had ultimately lost.
"Second Brother!" Di Jun lowered his head and called out softly to Taiyi, saying, "The demon race has lost, but the witch race shouldn't even think about winning. Second Brother, the demon race is in your hands now!"
"Big brother, what are you trying to do?" Upon hearing this, Taiyi had an ominous premonition. Dijun was going to fight to the death.
Under Taiyi's horrified gaze, Dijun burned his last essence and blood, rushing towards the Pangu phantom. He circulated all his magical power, frantically absorbing spiritual energy. His body continued to expand, and a dazzling light flashed. A huge three-legged golden crow appeared in front of the Pangu phantom.
Seeing that Di Jun still dared to come to his death, the phantom of Pangu no longer hesitated and swung the phantom of the Heaven-Opening Axe to strike down Di Jun.
"Witch Clan, the grudges of countless ages will end today. I, the Emperor, have lost today, and your Witch Clan will not have an easy time either!" Emperor Jun shouted loudly.
"Big brother, no!" Taiyi, who was seriously injured, cried out to Dijun in anguish, hoping to change Dijun's mind. At this moment, Taiyi finally understood what Dijun wanted to do.
Di Jun turned back and gave Taiyi a reluctant look.
"Boom!" As Di Jun's main body exploded, a huge energy wave swept out. Although the Pangu phantom tried its best to resist, after fighting the demon god phantom of the demon race for so long, the magic power of the twelve ancestral witches was almost exhausted. Under the power of Di Jun's self-destruction, the Pangu phantom instantly disintegrated, and the twelve ancestral witches fell to the ground. Except for Di Jiang, the strongest one, the others were unable to move.
"Big brother!" Taiyi was filled with grief and indignation as he watched his brother, with whom he had spent countless years, expose himself in front of him.
"Di Jun, you are a worthy opponent. It is an honor for this Ancestral Witch to befriend you in this life!" Di Jiang looked at the place where Di Jun had exposed himself with a complicated expression, and thought to himself. This was the first time Di Jiang had given Di Jun a positive evaluation, but it would also be the last.
With Di Jun's self-disclosure, the fighting between the Lich and Demon races stopped. Di Jun was dead, and the great war should be over.
After a while, the other Ancestral Witches recovered some of their strength and came to Taiyi. Dijiang said, "Taiyi, you should take the demon race and leave. The grudges between our two races have been resolved, and from now on, my Witch Clan will no longer make things difficult for you."
"Hehe!" Taiyi laughed bitterly, "The grudges are settled? Dijiang, don't you think that's ridiculous? I am the emperor of the demon race, I don't need your pity. Today, even if I die, I will not let your witch race have an easy time." Dijun was already dead, and Taiyi was heartbroken. He began to frantically absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, and his body continued to expand.
"Not good, everyone back off! Taiyi is about to self-destruct!" When Dijiang saw Taiyi like this, he thought that Taiyi was about to self-destruct. Because of the self-destruction of Dijun, the twelve ancestral witches were all seriously injured. If Taiyi did it again, they would definitely die. So Dijiang hurriedly called everyone to retreat.
Upon hearing this, the others also quickly turned tail and ran away from Taiyi.
But after Taiyi finished charging, he didn't rush towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches like Dijun did. Instead, he turned back to look at the towering Buzhou Mountain, muttering, "Brother, you're gone. What is there for Taiyi to cherish? But Taiyi is unwilling. Since no one wants our demon race to prosper, then this prehistoric world need not be preserved. Don't worry, brother, Taiyi will drag the entire prehistoric world down with you!"
After saying that, Taiyi rushed towards Buzhou Mountain like a madman. With a loud bang, Buzhou Mountain broke in response, and the sky instantly tore open a huge hole. Countless celestial weak waters poured down, drowning countless living beings!