Di Jiang's monumental voice swept through the Honghuang World, reaching every hidden corner.
He was truly desperate. He could no longer afford to care about external factors; even if the Evil Qi was insufficient for a perfect manifestation, he had to deploy the array.
At this moment, throughout the Primordial World, countless Living Beings felt their scalps tingle with dread. The Divine Might of the Pangu phantom from years past was etched into their very bones and blood; every time they remembered it, they shivered uncontrollably.
"Are we to witness the glory of the Great God Pangu once more…?" some great powers murmured, their expressions dazed.
"The Ancestral Witches have finally wised up!" The East King Duke was ecstatic, his panic and fear vanishing instantly.
"It is not too late to deploy the array now."
Once the array was out and the Pangu phantom summoned, it would be a total slaughter. Winning would be far too easy. If it were him, he would have opened with the array instead of getting pummeled until now.
Simultaneously, all the great powers who were watching the battle and hoping for Ling Xiao's defeat grew excited. Of course, many others were praying for Ling Xiao to win; the Wu Clan's encroachment on the world was so aggressive it had severely threatened their living space.
East Sea Dragon Palace.
The Old Dragon and Ao Zhan were closely monitoring the situation. Naturally, they hoped Ling Xiao would crush the Witches and flatten them completely; otherwise, their shame could never be washed away. For the mighty Dragon Clan to become a vassal of the Witches was a total loss of face.
"Hold on! Kill those Witches!" Ao Zhan roared irritably, cheering for Ling Xiao.
Though Ling Xiao was "helpful to Dragons" (in a taxing sort of way), he was infinitely better than the Witches—at the very least, he didn't humiliate the Dragon Clan.
"It does not look good. Twelve of them cannot beat one, so they have to resort to an array."
"Pah! Disgusting!"
The Old Dragon roared. At this moment, he looked vigorous and sharp, without a trace of his usual "old and decrepit" dragon act.
Ao Zhan glanced at him in surprise; he rarely saw the Old Dragon lose his composure like this.
A moment later, the Old Dragon regained his calm. "Xiao Zhan, watch your words from now on."
Ao Zhan paused, then nodded. He knew the Old Dragon had "flinched" again. He felt that the Wu Clan's momentum was unbreakable, and that the Dragon Clan could not escape the fate of being controlled by them.
Taiyin Star.
Xi He and Chang Xi had been startled from their seclusion. After all these years, they had finally slain their first corpse and become Quasi-Saints.
But shortly after emerging, they witnessed this world-shaking scene. The battle between Ling Xiao and the Witches had already surpassed their understanding—it was powerful beyond imagination. With their current strength, if they tried to join in, they would likely turn to ash in an instant.
It was too much. They had worked so hard to catch up, so why was the gap only getting wider? During their first encounter, they could still fight Ling Xiao to a draw; now, they probably couldn't even withstand a single look from him.
"Sister, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are so terrifying. What are they doing? Will Ling Xiao be unable to win?" Chang Xi asked, her face full of tension.
"You had better pray that Ling Xiao wins. Otherwise, our Taiyin Star won't have it easy either," Xi He said solemnly. She knew the Witches had an abnormal obsession with territory and would never overlook the Sun and Moon.
"Then I'll pray!" Chang Xi nodded heavily and immediately began forming seals to pray. This was a technique to bless Ling Xiao, drawing upon a mysterious Power of Will.
Xi He gave her sister a speechless look. She had only said it casually; she didn't expect Chang Xi to take it seriously. If that were truly effective, what would be the point of the Heavens? Her sister was too naive.
Xi He shook her head and turned her gaze back to the deep void, where the battlefield was a chaotic mess, resembling the primordial state of the world's creation.
As soon as Di Jiang's order was issued, the remaining Witches stumbled to their feet. Even Candle Nine Nethers, who had been sliced in two, struggled to pull his halves together and stand up. He hadn't been hit in a vital spot; he could still fight.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were covered in blood, their faces distorted and savage. Violent, malevolent Evil Qi overflowed from them like Chaos Demon Gods.
"Ling Xiao! I admit you are strong, but it is useless. Everything ends here!" The God of Fire (Zhu Rong) barked, a wild laugh erupting from him as the Evil Qi rose from his body.
Twelve pillars of Evil Qi, like celestial pillars, began to converge. It was a terrifying sight that illuminated the entire world. Infinite living beings looked up—the Pangu phantom was about to manifest!
"Hehe, do you take me for a fool?" Ling Xiao smiled indifferently. With a wave of his hand, he tore through space and vanished from his spot.
Seeing this, the Witches' expressions changed wildly.
"Not good! Deploy the array, quickly!" Di Jiang roared, his scalp instantly tingling. He hadn't expected Ling Xiao to interrupt them at this moment.
This wasn't right. During the last time they deployed the array, no one had interrupted them!
Boom!
The God of Fire was sent flying, coughing up blood. His arm, which was as thick as a True Dragon, was shattered. The Evil Qi above his head was forcibly severed, and the array that was about to form instantly stalled.
"Ling Xiao!"
The Witches' eyes nearly burst from their sockets. Their mood plummeted from heaven to the abyss. They were just about to "take off," only to be forcibly interrupted. This act was a total lack of Martial Virtue!
"Slash!"
Ling Xiao's eyes were like lightning, piercing the firmament. He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a golden divine blade sliced out, parting the heavens.
The sword light flashed, surpassing time and space. Accompanied by a surge of blood, Ru Shou's head flew off, his eyes wide and rounded with an expression of total disbelief.
"Stop it, quickly!" The Witches felt their hearts shatter. Seeing Ru Shou's head fly off and his life force apparently vanishing, their shock turned to pure terror.
This was worse than just fighting him head-on; standing here to form the array had turned them into Ling Xiao's sitting ducks, ready for slaughter.
"Ling Xiao, if you have the ability, wait for us to deploy the array! What kind of skill is it to sneak attack us like this?" Gonggong roared, forcing himself to stay calm, trying to use morality to suppress Ling Xiao.
This was a path they had never walked before—mostly because they didn't have any "morality" to speak of.
"You're still thinking about the array?" Ling Xiao looked at the decapitated Ru Shou. Was Gonggong out of his mind? How could they still form the array?
"Kill!" Di Jiang roared. The Ancestral Witches went mad, carrying the Evil Qi on their heads as they charged at Ling Xiao. They were beyond frantic; seeing their brother gone, their hatred transformed into combat power, making them seem significantly stronger in an instant.
The observing great powers were stunned. They thought they were about to see the Pangu phantom, but the situation had devolved into this. An overwhelming momentum shook the universe as a bloody slaughter unfolded in the sky, marking the start of the most intense melee.
A short while later, two more pillars of Evil Qi shot into the sky, instantly merging with the remaining ten.
"Ling Xiao, I want you dead!" The God of Fire laughed insanely, blood flowing incessantly from his mouth, but the Evil Qi above his head grew even more intense.
On the other side, Ru Shou's lifeless corpse began to glow. Thump, thump, thump… His heart began to beat rhythmically like a celestial drum, deafening and powerful.
"Haha… Ling Xiao, you lose!"
Di Jiang laughed wildly, his face full of surprise. Even he hadn't expected that although Ru Shou had been decapitated, his heart would still beat, thereby stimulating the Pangu Essence Blood and driving the Evil Qi to complete the array.
Ling Xiao's expression froze, a trace of surprise flickering across his face.
"You can even 'stay warm' enough to finish the array like this…?"