In a blink of an eye, the Yuanhui period is approaching.

But in the prehistoric world, there were winds and clouds surging, and a breath of black clouds surging the city and destroying the city everywhere.

At this moment, even the most bold quasi-saint-level powerful people dare not walk in the prehistoric world at will. They will restrain their disciples and disciples, and will remain in seclusion and practice in peace and keep an eye on the upcoming battle.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

In the Pangu Palace, a group of ancestor witches gathered here, and their faces were as deep as water.

"Brother, this is the fifth time this month. Di Jun's miscellaneous bird dares not fight us head-on, but uses this kind of ghost trick. If we continue to let go, our witch clan will be eaten up little by little!" Gonggong said.

Di Jiang was also full of indignation about this.

It turned out that with the arrival of the Yuanhui period, the demon clan began to become restless. In a month, the witch clan had a total of five tribes slaughtered.

Although these attacked tribes are only small tribes in remote areas, the morale will be hit more than a little.

Even Zhu Jiuyin, who is the best-in-minded, almost couldn't help but burst out, let alone Gonggong. Zhurong, who are usually irritable ancestors, are just going to take their men and horses to kill them to the Heavenly Court.

"Brother!"

Seeing that Di Jiang was indifferent, Zhu Rong couldn't help but get angry: "We are descendants of Father Pangu. If we don't send troops this time, wouldn't the people in the prehistoric world laugh at me? Are we a greedy person who is afraid of death?"

When the other ancestor witches heard this, a burst of blood surged in their hearts and shouted to kill the heavenly court.

Seeing this, Di Jiang also understood that when he was on the string, he had to fire it, and said loudly: "Yes, my witch clan has never had any greedy people who are afraid of death. Today, I will fight the demon clan to the death."

After the words came, a group of ancestor witches quickly stood up and replied loudly.

Afterwards, the twelve ancestor witches went back to their respective tribes and summoned their clan members.

This time, Di Jiang and others made up their minds to fight to the death with the demon clan.

Apart from the witch clans who moved to the underworld and left as their last hope, the rest of the witch clans who were still on the prehistoric continent arrived one after another. At a rough look, there were no less than billions of people!

After the witch tribes gathered together, they rushed towards the heavenly court under the leadership of Di Jiang and others.

And the Heavenly Court had already sent a secret spy to inquire about the movements of the witch clan in the prehistoric world. Such a move to mobilize many troops would naturally not satisfy Di Jun, Taiyi and others.

Soon, the demon clan gathered one after another to prepare to face the enemy.

The two sides gathered at the foot of the Dazhou Mountain, and the war was about to break out!

The vanguard of the witch clan this time was led by the ancestor of the wind, the ancestor of the witch Tianwu, and the ancestor of the fire, Zhurong, to fight against the vanguard of the demon clan, the leader of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

As soon as the army of the two tribes came into contact, the sound of killing shocked the sky.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, there are soldiers and generals from both sides. The Witch Clan is transformed by Pangu's blood, has a strong body, is good at melee combat, and the Demon Clan is majoring in magic and is better at long-term attacks.

As soon as the two sides contacted each other, Taiyi commanded millions of demon soldiers of the demon clan to gather in the Divine Thunder.

For a moment, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and thunder dozens of feet thick were thunders densely crammed towards the witch clan.

And under the leadership of a group of great witches, the Dutian divine thunder kept falling in the sky and rushed towards the demon clan.

Even though the witch clan was strong in body, he could not withstand so many thunders. For a moment, the witch clan was in a very embarrassing state. Eight million witch soldiers were beaten to pieces by divine thunder, and more than half of them were injured.

Zhurong and Tianwu were anxious to see it.

The two also knew that although the witch clan was good at melee combat, if this continued, wouldn’t it become a living target on the opposite side?

"The witch clan obeys the order, and his true body appears!"

"roar--!"

As the sound fell, the group of witch tribes let out a roar that shook the sky and turned into the true body of witch tribes dozens of feet in size.

In this way, the effects of those thunders are minimal, and it is difficult to hurt such a powerful body of the witch clan.

Soon, the army rushed into the demon clan formation and the two sides began to fight in close combat.

"Thorn!"

Suddenly, a bloody rain quickly rose, and countless broken limbs and arms flew, mixed with a lot of wailing and roaring.

In this melee, no matter what true immortal, celestial immortal, or golden immortal, they are all the same, with a few spells passing by or a few weapons coming.

In a short while, the body disappeared and the hard work of life was gone.

In this case, the strength of the witch clan's physical strength is reflected. Any ordinary witch clan can deal with several demon clans of the same level.

The demon clan is not stupid. Knowing that he cannot compete with him, he always uses a roaming battle to fight with the witch clan.

Moreover, the demons also knew that this time, either you die or I die, and they were merciless in their attacks. The way of fighting for one life and one life also caused a considerable loss to the witch clan.

This battle was really a battle that was so dark that the sky was dark and blood was drifting.

This battle lasted for ten days, and when both sides were exhausted, they called out gold and retreated.

Then there is the battlefield cleaning and counting casualties.

Although both sides suffered a considerable loss this time, none of them planned to retreat.

They also knew that the two tribes had reached a point of life and death, and this battle was also a time when destiny was determined. If the demon tribe won, then from now on, the entire prehistoric land would be under the control of the demon tribe.

And if the Witch Clan wins, then the Witch Clan will take over the Heavenly Court and become the legitimate lord of the prehistoric world.

After some renovation, the two lichs once again entered a war of force...

Fighting continuously, truce, and fight again.

After several incidents, both sides suffered heavy casualties.

In this regard, a group of ancestor witches, including Di Jiang, did not take these losses seriously.

In fact, after a series of battles, most of the losses were ordinary witch tribes, but as a high-end combat power, the great witches did not lose at all.

On the other hand, due to various reasons, many Golden Immortals and the first-level demon kings of Daluo Golden Immortal have suffered heavy casualties.

After learning about this result, Di Jun's face turned dark with a "swish".

You know, these demon races are all the fruits of his mind.

Since the previous encirclement and suppression of human races, Ye Fan suddenly appeared to destroy millions of demon races, the vitality of the demon race has been in recovery.

Now, the demon race has suffered huge losses once again, which can be said to be a trauma.

No wonder Di Jun looked so.

"No, I can't drag it down any longer. If this continues, the disadvantages of my demon clan will only become more and more obvious. Everyone--!"

After the words came to an end, Taiyi, Kunpeng, Fuxi and others below were all shocked and looked at Di Jun with some excitement.

They knew that it was probably time to declare the decisive battle next.
Chapter completed!