Di Jiang was equally incensed, but a massive weight had finally been lifted from his heart. He no longer felt the need to hold back. At this moment, his murderous intent soared; he was on the verge of madness.
Without the intervention of a Saint (Saint), the Witch race had only one label: Invincible. To them, the "tiny" Yao Race was something they could flatten at their leisure.
"I still believe we must be cautious. We don't know for certain if this news is true or false," Hou Tu argued, as usual, playing the contrarian while the other Ancestral Witches (Ancestral Witch) were howling for blood.
"Hahaha! In my view, this news must be true!" Di Jiang laughed boisterously, finally finding his footing again. At this moment, he had reclaimed his identity as the overbearing head of the Ancestral Witches. "Think about it—if the Yao truly had a Saint backing them, they would have struck long ago. Why would they keep posturing? It's clearly a sign of a guilty conscience, trying to trick us into believing Saint Nuwa still supports them!"
"Exactly! Big Brother is right," Gonggong laughed, feeling an immense sense of relief. "Sister, stop meddling. If you don't want to go, just stay home and guard the temple."
Hou Tu spread her hands helplessly, remaining silent.
"By the way, let's agree on one thing before we start the slaughter: we absolutely cannot provoke those two on the Sun Star."
The Ancestral Witch of Wind (Tian Wu) spoke up, his voice dropped to a mysterious whisper, making the others lean in. "I heard another piece of news from a Great Power who attended the All-Saints' Sermon (All Saints讲Dao)."
"What news?"
The Wind Witch looked around, emphasizing every word: "Ling Xiao... is still alive. He appeared while the Saints were preaching!"
The Ancestral Witches froze. Their pupils contracted instinctively. A wave of agitation swept through them; some couldn't help but glance at the pile of bones in the corner of the hall—the remains of their brothers who hadn't yet gone cold.
"True or false? This is no joke!" Di Jiang asked, his face turning solemn. The shock of this news was equal to the first. He had been ready to launch a total war, but hearing this made him feel as if he were jumping from Heaven to Hell (Hell) in a single heartbeat.
"It's true. However, I heard that something forbidden happened between Ling Xiao and the Saints—something that cannot be spoken of. In the end, Ling Xiao was driven away and heavily injured. After all, facing six Saints, being able to escape at all is an incredible feat," the Wind Witch said seriously.
His mastery was the Law of Wind, allowing him to listen to the whispers of the world. He was unparalleled in gathering intelligence. He had pieced this together from various sources, though the middle of the story remained a blur, as if that specific memory had been erased from the minds of those who witnessed it.
Hearing this, Di Jiang and the others relaxed significantly. Their hearts felt much lighter. They had feared Ling Xiao might return to exterminate the Witch race down to the last blade of grass. But with the Sanqing and the other Saints acting as a shield, they felt safe.
"The Wind Witch makes sense. Regardless of whether Ling Xiao returns, we must not touch the Sun Star. Pass down the order: no clansman is to approach that place!"
Di Jiang issued the command with absolute gravity. Last time, a single wrong step toward the Sun Star had nearly led to their extinction. They had learned their lesson.
"Yes, Big Brother!" the Witches shouted in unison.
"All troops, advance!"
Di Jiang dismissed all thoughts of Ling Xiao. He waved his hand, his voice like a crack of thunder. This time, it was for real. Without the Saints in the field, the Witch race possessed a world-dominating power. No one could stop them. At this moment, Di Jiang's ambition began to swell under the pressure; he wanted to gather Luck (Luck), strike for a higher Realm, and finally break free from the Saints' control.
RUMBLE...
The Witch warriors howled and roared. In these years of forced peace, denied the supplement of fresh spirit-flesh, they had grown restless and physically weakened. They desperately needed a blood-soaked battle to reclaim their glory.
The Witch army surged forward like a black tide, their Evil Qi (Evil Qi) piercing the celestial rivers. Their movement was bold and unmasked, drawing the attention of many Great Powers.
"Oho! The Witches are at it again? Who are they trying to scare with that act?" "They're really committing to the role. Look at that lightning-wrapped Ancestral Witch—his acting is top-tier! He looks like he hasn't fought in a lifetime!"
The experts familiar with the Witches' recent behavior laughed, assuming it was another "all thunder, no rain" bluff. They had seen it too many times for it to be fresh.
But soon, the laughter died. Their expressions grew stiff and solemn.
Before their very eyes, an Ancestral Witch casually tore a Great Demon in half, bathing in the spray of blood with a feral joy. Only then did the world realize: this was no act. The Witches were truly going for the Yao's throat.
The onlookers felt the old, familiar terror of being ruled by the Witch race. Though they had lost three of their number, the Witches were still peerless. Just because they had been beaten by a Saint didn't mean they were weak—below the Saint realm, an Ancestral Witch was still at the absolute top of the food chain.
In the central region of the Honghuang World, the vanguards of the two races collided. The cries of slaughter shook the earth for millions of miles. The black armies crashed together like opposing tides, and blood began to flow like a river, staining the very sky crimson.
"You push us too far! You strike first and then act with such arrogance? Today, we exterminate these Beasts (Beast)! Kill every last one of them!" a Great Witch (Da Wu) ten thousand feet tall roared, his Evil Qi rising like a pillar of smoke into the stars.
"Bastards! You were clearly the ones who struck first! You brainless savages, we'll fight you to the end!" On the Yao side, a Great Demon countered with a shrill, furious scream, his voice filled with an indescribable sense of being wronged.
"Kill! Avenge our fallen brothers!" "Fight to the death!" "ROAR!"
The war was catastrophic and irreversible.
In the clouds high above the battlefield, two figures stood silently. They were crowned with divine halos, watching the carnage below with satisfied smiles.
"Senior Brother, what do you think of this plan? They're fighting, aren't they?" Zhunti asked with a smirk. The Great Dao is simple; he had merely transformed into members of both races and used a few minor tricks to spark the fuse. To ensure they fought to the finish, he had even spread the rumor that Saint Nuwa would not intervene.
"Excellent!" Jieyin nodded, speaking a single word of absolute approval.
Meanwhile, the Sanqing received word of the escalation and were immediately incensed. They were just about to bolster the Yao's strength—and these two "fools" in the West had triggered the war prematurely?