Rebirth of the Wilderness

With the arrival of the mysterious aura, the time that had been stagnant on the battlefield began to flow again, as if the frozen world had come back to life.

At that moment, all the living creatures regained their ability to move. They all looked up at the same time and saw an old man in Taoist robes with white hair and beard standing quietly in the center of the battlefield.

A faint aura surrounded him, and his eyes sparkled with deep wisdom, as if he could see through the essence of all things in the world.

"Saint Hongjun!"

This name exploded like thunder over the battlefield, shocking all living beings.

Hongjun, as the only saint in the prehistoric world, has the highest status. His appearance undoubtedly indicates that the direction of this war will undergo a fundamental change.

I saw Saint Hongjun standing in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by a faint Taoist rhyme, as if he was breathing and sharing the same fate with heaven and earth, as if he was the incarnation of heaven and earth.

His arrival made the originally fierce battlefield instantly quiet. Through the previous experience, everyone felt the supreme power of the saint for the first time. All living beings held their breath, afraid to miss any move of the saint.

Saint Hongjun did not speak immediately, but silently observed the situation on the battlefield.

He saw the fierce conflict between the witch clan and the demon clan, and also saw countless lives perishing in the war.

There was a trace of compassion and helplessness in his eyes, but he knew that this was the law of survival in the prehistoric world and a fact that he could not easily change.

However, Saint Hongjun did not choose to stand idly by like Zhao Song. After all, he was not just an outsider like Zhao Song, and no matter what the outcome, it would not affect him.

Hongjun knew very well that if this war continued, it would inevitably lead to an imbalance of racial power in the prehistoric world, thus bringing immeasurable disaster to the entire prehistoric world.

So, he slowly spoke: "You are all primitive creatures, you should follow the way of heaven and live in harmony.

Pointless fighting will only bring endless pain and destruction.

Today, in the name of the saint, I will stop this war."

Just as Saint Hongjun was trying to guide the creatures on the battlefield to end the battle with his gentle yet powerful words, a sudden roar broke the silence. The words echoed over the battlefield like thunder, causing pain in everyone's eardrums.

"What a shitty saint, take my axe..."

The roar was filled with anger and unwillingness, as if it was a direct challenge to the words of Saint Hongjun.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Pangu's true body, who had regained the ability to move, holding a giant axe and rushing towards Saint Hongjun with an angry face.

There was a crazy gleam in his eyes, as if he had completely lost his mind.

This scene shocked everyone. No one expected that Pangu's true body would actually attack the saint directly.

However, the actions of Pangu's true body could also be understood by the living beings present.

Originally they were sure of winning this battle, but it was suddenly disrupted by an outsider. In addition, now is the time when Pangu's true body is at its most powerful, so it is not surprising that he would attack Saint Hongjun at this time.

After all, although Hongjun is the supreme being in their hearts and the most honorable saint in the world, no one has ever seen the true power of the saint.

Although when Hongjun became a saint, the heaven and earth showed strange phenomena to celebrate him, his strength must have been not low.

However, Pangu's true body at this time did not seem to care about these.

He only wanted to vent his anger and dissatisfaction, so he swung the giant axe in his hand and chopped it hard at Hongjun.

The power of this axe is extremely strong, with a whistling sound and a breath of destruction, as if it can split open all obstacles in the world.

However, at this critical moment, an even more powerful force emerged out of nowhere, like a solid wall of steel, protecting Hongjun tightly and preventing the giant axe from moving forward even an inch.

At the same time, a gentle yet majestic aura slowly overflowed from Hongjun's body, like a spring breeze, but with unquestionable power, which instantly shook Pangu's real body and made him stagger. His face turned as pale as paper, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Looking at Pangu's real body who still wanted to fight back, Hongjun waved his sleeves lightly, and a bright stream of light cut through the sky and instantly hit Pangu's real body.

Under this powerful attack, Pangu's true body could no longer maintain its true form, and turned into twelve ancestor witches and flew backwards.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and everyone was immersed in deep shock and awe of Saint Hongjun.

Although the battle is over, the thoughts it left for people are far from over.

The strength of Saint Hongjun has exceeded everyone's expectations.

The real body of Pangu, who had just been rampant on the battlefield and was invincible, could not even withstand a single move from Hongjun.

Hongjun was not only able to easily resolve the attacks of Pangu's true body, but he was also able to defeat it in an instant, and then even destroy Pangu's true body.

This kind of strength and majesty immediately impressed everyone and filled them with fear.

After breaking Pangu's true body, Saint Hongjun continued to use his gentle but powerful words to guide the creatures on the battlefield to stop fighting...

"From now on, the witch clan will control the land, and the demon clan will control the sky. There will be no more disputes..."

As Saint Hongjun finished speaking, a vast and boundless force surged out from his body and instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

Under the influence of this force, warriors from both the witch clan and the demon clan felt unprecedented pressure and restraint.

They all stopped what they were doing and could no longer fight.

The appearance of Saint Hongjun and his actions and methods to stop the war shocked and awed all living beings.

Everyone present had a clear understanding of the saint's strength and majesty.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches were burning with resentment in their hearts, they had to restrain themselves in the face of Hongjun's unfathomable strength.

Moreover, although Pangu's true body, which had just been condensed by the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, was awe-inspiring for a while, it also exhausted their enormous strength and energy.

Although he was eager to fight again, he knew he was powerless. He could only suppress his anger and accept the fact with a gloomy face.

As for the demon clan, they were already on the brink of defeat, so now being able to divide the world in two was an unexpected surprise, so naturally they had no objection.

They secretly rejoiced in their hearts and were grateful for Hongjun's decision, which saved the future of the demon clan and allowed the demon clan to divide the world into two.

Hongjun was very perceptive and seeing that both parties had tacitly accepted the result, he nodded slightly to show his approval. Then his figure gradually blurred and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

However, when he disappeared, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally swept across the direction of Zhao Song. There seemed to be a deep meaning in his eyes that was hard to understand.