Rebirth of the Wilderness

As the demon clan gradually gained the upper hand on the battlefield, excitement and enthusiasm flashed in Di Jun and Tai Yi's eyes.

They knew very well that this was the perfect time to expand their victory and defeat the Witch Clan in one fell swoop.

So, they issued more passionate orders without hesitation, calling on the demon warriors to increase their attack intensity and vowed to completely defeat the witch tribe.

Under the fierce attack of the demon clan, although the witch clan warriors resisted tenaciously, they were ultimately unable to withstand the demon clan's surging attack.

They were forced to retreat step by step, their defense lines were breached again and again, and the entire battlefield became one-sided.

However, at this critical moment, the leader of the Wu clan, Di, did not show any panic or despair in the face of such a situation.

He knew very well that although the Witch Clan was at a disadvantage, they still had the power to fight back, and they also had their own trump cards.

So, he quickly cast a firm look towards the other eleven ancient witches, a look that contained immense trust and tacit understanding.

The eleven ancestor witches understood instantly. They knew that Di Jiang was conveying some important information and instructions to them.

So, they each silently dealt with the fierce attacks of the demons while moving quietly towards a certain special direction.

Their movements were coordinated and swift, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

As the eleven ancestor witches moved, they gradually gathered together and began to form a formation. An ancient and mysterious aura began to quietly surge on the battlefield.

That breath contains the power and wisdom passed down from generation to generation by the witch clan, as if it can communicate between heaven and earth and summon gods.

Seeing this, the Wu Clan warriors were all greatly encouraged. They knew that the time for the Wu Clan to counterattack had come.

Although the demon clan still had the advantage on the battlefield, they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy and wary when faced with the sudden changes of the witch clan.

They realized that the Wu Clan might be planning some shocking counterattack.

However, at this point, they had no way to retreat and could only grit their teeth and continue fighting.

"It seems that the situation is about to undergo a drastic change. Once this Twelve Capitals of Heavenly Gods and Demons formation is activated, I wonder how many monsters will perish here!"

Zhao Song stood at the edge of the battlefield, his eyes as sharp as torches, and he saw instantly that what the twelve ancestor witches were setting up was the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. Zhao Song was very clear about the power of this formation and immediately knew that the demon clan was in trouble.

Sure enough, as the movements of the Twelve Ancestral Witches gradually accelerated, soon, ancient and mysterious forces began to gather and intertwine among them.

These forces originate from the chaotic energy at the beginning of the world, and contain terrifying power to destroy the world.

Zhao Song could clearly feel the existence of this power. It was like a sleeping dragon, waiting to be awakened.

"The Twelve Celestial Gods and Demons Formation, activate!"

With Di Jiang's angry roar, the entire formation was instantly activated.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and waves of terrifying aura burst out from the black net, as if the end of the world was coming.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was completed.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to tremble, and an unprecedented terrifying aura surged out from the formation and rushed straight into the sky.

The demon warriors seemed so small and powerless in front of this force. They screamed in fear and shouted in despair, but it was too late.

The demon creatures in the formation began to fall down in large numbers, their bodies and souls quickly annihilated by this destructive force.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in this terrifying aura, as if it had turned into a purgatory on earth.

Di Jun and Tai Yi's faces turned pale. They never expected that the Wu Clan had such a powerful trump card.

However, now that things have come to this, they can only bite the bullet and fight.

They shouted loudly to the demon soldiers to fight bravely, but in the face of this terrifying force, their voices seemed so pale and powerless.

The twelve ancestor witches activated the power of the formation at the same time, and the entire formation instantly turned into a huge black vortex that swallowed up a lot of the demon army, and even the evil spirit that permeated the battlefield was swallowed up.

There were thunder and lightning, and the wind and clouds changed constantly inside the vortex, as if it was an independent little world.

The demon soldiers struggled and shouted in the whirlpool, but ultimately they could not escape the fate of being annihilated.

Finally, when the vortex dissipated, everything in the formation disappeared, even the Twelve Ancestral Witches who set up the formation disappeared. Only an extremely huge figure remained standing where the vortex disappeared.

“Pangu’s true body, as expected, only the twelve ancestor witches can personally set up the formation to summon such a powerful Pangu’s true body.”

Zhao Song felt a lot of emotions in his heart as he watched this scene. He himself had also set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, but it could not support the appearance of such a powerful Pangu's true body, unless one day he accumulated a huge amount of the essence and blood of the ancient witches.

On the battlefield, with the full activation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, the ultimate power of the Witch Clan - Pangu's true body, was finally revealed to everyone.

That huge figure seemed like a god of war from ancient times, majestic and inviolable. This true body was thousands of feet tall, exuding an ancient and powerful aura, as if it could create the world and reverse the destiny of the universe.

Pangu's true body stretched out his giant hand, and suddenly, the whole world changed color. Endless vitality and evil energy of heaven and earth surged like a tide and gathered in his palm.

This force was so powerful that even Zhao Song was shocked. What surprised Zhao Song even more was that he found that his own life-saving treasure, the Xiao Kaitian Divine Axe, was also stirring under the pull of this force, as if trying to break free from his control and throw itself into this earth-shaking battle.

However, the Little Kaitian Axe was Zhao Song's natal magic weapon that he had practiced for many years after all. With a thought, he easily stopped the movement of the Little Kaitian Axe, suppressed it steadily in his body, and then watched quietly from the side.

After a while, a giant axe reaching the sky gradually formed in the hands of Pangu's true body.

This giant axe is condensed from the vital energy of heaven and earth and evil spirit, emitting dazzling light and destructive aura. Thunder and lightning are entangled on the axe, and wind and clouds are surging, as if it can split the chaos, split the heaven and earth, cut off all things, and cut off cause and effect. It seems to be the nemesis of all forces in the world.

With a roar from Pangu's true body, the giant axe was swung out suddenly, with the momentum of destroying the world, and chopped towards the powerful monsters of the demon clan.

Wherever the giant axe passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, forming shocking cracks.

The powerful demons seemed so small and helpless in the face of this destructive force. They wanted to escape but it was too late.

He could only barely muster up his magic power and condense it into a shield in an attempt to block this fatal blow.

However, in front of the giant axe of Pangu's true body, their defenses were like paper and were instantly shattered.

In an instant, the powerful monsters fell one after another, and the battlefield was dyed red with blood.