482: Chapter 482 Oath-taking Ceremony at Yuntai - Demon Tide Slaying the Witch

Armor clanked and banners fluttered. Dijun stood atop the Cloud Platform, looking down at the dense mass of demon soldiers and generals, his heart filled with soaring ambition: "Today's campaign against the Witches is not only to wash away our previous humiliation but to set the world right! We must make the Witch Clan understand: in this Great Wilderness, only our Demon Clan shall wield the sun and moon and command the eight directions!"

The demons roared in unison, their voices shaking the nine heavens: "Hegemon of the Great Wilderness! May the Celestial Emperor prosper forever!"

"Hegemon of the Great Wilderness! May the Celestial Emperor prosper forever!"

"Hegemon of the Great Wilderness! May the Celestial Emperor prosper forever!"

The shouts surged like a tide, sweeping across the lands surrounding Mount Buzhou. Dijun pointed his sword forward and barked an order: "Advance!" Before his voice had even faded, he and Taiyi had already taken the lead, tearing through the air; behind them, thousands upon thousands of demons, led by various Demon Saints, surged toward the Witch frontlines like a dark cloud pressing down on the border.

The gods of the heavens watched this scene from afar, their hearts chilling—with the demon forces being so overwhelming, would they be the next ones to be feared and targeted?

The Witch Clan was also stirred by those heaven-shaking roars. They were truly a warrior clan born of the creation of the world! In just a moment, the Ancestral Witches raised their arms, the Great Witches responded, the War Witches formed ranks, and the Witch soldiers grasped their halberds. This iron-blooded army, the most valiant in the Great Wilderness, surged forward like flowing lava, charging against the demon tide!

The two armies crashed together violently, and in an instant, severed limbs flew everywhere as a mist of blood filled the sky. Demon fire scorched souls, and Witch curses split the earth; there was no testing, no holding back—this was a struggle for the role of protagonist, a life-and-death gamble for the world's providence! Every claw, every axe, and every strike was infused with a lifetime of cultivation; a moment's hesitation meant being crushed to pieces. The scene was so tragic that even the mountains and rivers trembled.

The fires of war quickly spread like a prairie fire, extending from Mount Buzhou in all directions. Countless immortal mountains and grotto-heavens were forced to be abandoned, and rogue True Immortals fled in panic. Strangely, however, both the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan strictly ordered their subordinates: do not kill bystander cultivators! At this moment, the two clans were locked in a death match where victory hung by a thread, and neither dared to create unnecessary complications—if they killed innocents and provoked other powerful beings into a joint counterattack, it would only benefit their opponent. It was this restraint that allowed many minor gods to narrowly escape with their lives.

The slaughter on the ground was like a boiling cauldron, but what truly shook heaven and earth were the duels between the top experts.

Xing Tian led the charge, facing over ten Demon Saints alone. With his axe shadows crisscrossing and his vital energy like a dragon, not a single person could get within three paces of him! He was already arrogant by nature, and after being mocked by Jiang Chen for having "nothing but brute force," he had been tempering himself day and night. Now, every move he made carried the momentum of collapsing mountains, awing everyone present.

Hou Yi stood at the rear of the formation, his bow drawn like a full moon and his arrows flying like shooting stars—with every slight tremor of the string, a demon general was bound to fall, either killed, heavily wounded, or forced to block in panic. The world only knew his archery was divine, but they did not know that this Great Witch’s bronze skin and iron bones were also legendary. How could a Great Witch of the Witch Clan have a weak body?

Dijun and Taiyi personally led the Ten Great Demon Saints and the Demon Master Kunpeng to strike directly at the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Taiyi relied on the east emperor bell to guard the four directions, enduring the siege of four Ancestral Witches; the bell's toll was like thunder, and its golden light was ten thousand feet high. Dijun used the hetu luoshu to manifest star tracks; though it was difficult to use for offense, he used its mysteries to entangle two Ancestral Witches, which was already his limit. Kunpeng displayed the extreme speed of the Northern Sea, his figure crossing with Di Jiang's like lightning, specifically choosing gaps to maneuver. The remaining five Ancestral Witches were fought individually by the Ten Great Demon Saints.

Kunpeng felt a bitterness in his heart that was hard to describe. He had been living freely in the Northern Sea, but he had been forced into the Demon Court by Dijun and Taiyi through both soft and hard tactics, holding the empty title of "Demon Master" while actually having no power. What was the point? It was just to use his reputation to help the Demon Clan unite the world! Now that a bloody battle was imminent, and a slight oversight could result in his soul being extinguished, he hated those two to the core. But with his weakness held in their hands, he could only grit his teeth and step forward—his life was not his own, and his actions were not his choice.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, two were female—Xuan Ming and Hou Tu. But one must never look down on them even slightly because they were women; the ferocity in their bones was more eye-catching than anyone else's.

Especially Xuan Ming, who was violent to the point of near madness. At this moment, she had already revealed her true form: a giant beast covered in jagged, chilling spikes, with a back like a blade and teeth like chisels. She opened her mouth and roared, and countless Xuan Ming Ice Arrows poured down like a torrential rain, heading straight for the Ten Great Demon Saints! Those saints did not dare to take them head-on and sacrificed their dharma treasures to block them—who would dare let an ice arrow touch their body? Earlier, a stray arrow had fallen into the demon ranks; upon contact, the demon melted, turning into a pool of thick, pungent blood in the blink of an eye. There was even a Demon Saint with slightly lower cultivation who was accidentally grazed by the tail of an arrow; in just a few breaths, his entire body collapsed into a pile of red, mushy flesh. From then on, even the most arrogant Demon Saints tightened their nerves, not daring to make a single mistake.

The other Ancestral Witches were even less concerned with tactics, relying entirely on their physical bodies to crash through everything. Wherever their fist winds reached, mountains crumbled, and the Demon Saints were forced to dodge miserably; those who couldn't avoid them in time had their tendons snapped and bones shattered on the spot.

Relying on the east emperor bell, a divine bell that defied the heavens, Donghuang Taiyi was actually able to find an opening for a counterattack even under the siege of four Ancestral Witches—the tolling of the bell made the void hum, and wherever the aftershocks swept, forests were destroyed and mountain rocks were turned to powder. How overbearing were the fists of the Ancestral Witches? Yet when they struck the wall of the bell, they only stirred up ripples, failing to shake it in the slightest.

Celestial Emperor Dijun used the Innate Spirit Treasure hetu luoshu to set up a suppression array, barely managing to trap two Ancestral Witches within it. However, he was far less composed than Taiyi; as soon as the array was formed, he found himself being forced into a corner, struggling to cope as he faced one dangerous situation after another.

Kunpeng and Di Jiang fought evenly, but in the end, he was no match for Di Jiang, who controlled the Law of Space—the latter's figure appeared and disappeared unpredictably, and before his palm wind even arrived, the air currents were already distorted and torn. Kunpeng was wounded several times, with lines of blood seeping from his shoulders and ribs, yet he gritted his teeth and held on.

The battlefield below was even more of a Shura Hell. The corpses of the Witch and Demon clans were piled like mountains, blood soaked the earth, and the Great Wilderness for ten thousand miles was cracked and scorched. The mountains and rivers were broken, with ruins everywhere, and not a trace of life could be seen.

Dijun's gaze swept over the devastation, and his heart sank. He shouted sternly, "Great Array of the Heavenly Stars—Rise!"

Three hundred and sixty-five Demon Saints moved in response, pulling back like falcons folding their wings and instantly forming the array. The sky suddenly darkened, and starlight surged as a vast sea of stars poured down out of thin air, completely engulfing the Twelve Ancestral Witches who had not yet regained their senses!

The Ancestral Witches were momentarily stunned, but in an instant, stars came whistling down like meteors—they roared and leaped up, throwing their fists, and one star after another exploded into a sky full of light fragments! Dijun sat at the eye of the array to coordinate, while Taiyi specifically targeted weaknesses to attack fiercely, making the Ancestral Witches suddenly feel constrained.

But how could they be people who let others manipulate them? Xuan Ming had already transformed into a giant beast, and the other eleven Ancestral Witches followed suit, shedding their human forms to reveal their true forms: some were as towering as mountains, some were as ferocious as thunder, their vital energy surging and their pressure suddenly increasing threefold! However, the power of the Great Array of the Heavenly Stars was overwhelming, the stars were endless, and with the Demon Saints coordinating the hunt, the Ancestral Witches were soon pushed back step by step.

The Great Wilderness was wailing and trembling. But no one on either the Witch or Demon side stopped to listen—the outcome was undecided, and life or death was up to heaven. Those who fell would have their souls extinguished and their true spirits destroyed, and even their names would be erased from the records of heaven and earth. This was the destiny written by those in power: the weak are silent, and the strong hold the pen.

No matter how tragic the slaughter of the common soldiers, it could not change the direction of the battle; what truly decided the outcome was always that one strike from the peak.

Within the sea of stars, the stars surged like a tide. The Ancestral Witches smashed the stars with their fists again and again, but the flow of stars did not exhaust; instead, it became increasingly dense. What was worse was that the Demon Saints were hidden behind the starlight, launching cold arrows and sneak attacks that were impossible to guard against.

Every time Donghuang Taiyi struck the east emperor bell, the Ancestral Witches' movements would stiffen—though only for a moment, it felt like a thorn in their side. They finally realized: if they did not use their ultimate move, this array would be difficult to break.