Di Jiang roared for support, demanding they end the fight quickly. He spoke as if he wasn't losing to Ling Xiao, but rather that having his siblings help would simply "save time."
In that brief exchange, he felt it: Ling Xiao's Space Law wasn't just a match for his—it was a level higher. He finally understood why Candle Nine Nethers, Zhu Rong, and Gonggong had been pulverized in the past. If even he, the eldest, struggled, his weaker brothers never stood a chance.
"Big Brother, we're coming!" Zhu Rong (God of Fire) was the first to respond, transforming into a scorching sun to join the fray.
"Get lost!" Ling Xiao barked. A phantom of the Golden Crow soared into the Nine Heavens, radiating a True Yang majesty that collided directly with Zhu Rong.
Hiss!
In an instant, the firmament exploded. The silver river of stars was ignited as Ling Xiao bathed himself in divine flames, manifesting True Solar Flare. His eyes erupted with endless light and fire, burning with a primordial intensity.
"Ah!"
Zhu Rong let out a pained howl. His Ancestral Witch body was covered in golden flames that refused to be extinguished. The Ancestral Witch of Fire, supposedly the master of all flames, was being burned by fire.
"Water! Gonggong, save him!" one Witch shouted, terrified by the sight.
Gonggong reacted, summoning a celestial tide to douse the flames. Though he despised Zhu Rong, he knew the weight of the situation. But to the horror of the Witches, Ling Xiao simply pointed a finger. That ocean-like divine water reversed direction mid-air, rushing into the infinite deep space instead.
Zhu Rong watched his salvation fly away, his heart filled with shock and fury. What is happening? He even began to suspect if Gonggong was doing this on purpose, wanting to watch him burn to death. The God of Fire, killed by fire—what a cosmic joke.
"Law of Water!" Gonggong stared at Ling Xiao, his face pale with rage and shock. He had grown so much stronger, yet he still couldn't overcome Ling Xiao's authority over water? This defied all logic!
"All together, kill him!" Di Jiang roared, charging again with a world-shaking Aura.
The remaining Witches sensed the existential threat. They dropped all pretense of pride and unleashed their full power. Even the crippled Ru Shou forced himself to attack from the periphery.
Beside him was Qiang Liang, who had shifted from a frontline brawler to a "mage," staysing at a distance to manipulate lightning, not daring to approach the center of the storm.
"Qiang Liang, you..." Ru Shou noticed his teammate's odd behavior. This guy didn't look injured, so why was he hanging back? Usually, he was the first to charge.
"Don't misunderstand! This is my newly comprehended 'combat style'—it maximizes my output!" Qiang Liang explained defensively, his voice betraying a hint of guilt. To prove it, he immediately summoned a bolt of black lightning shaped like a True Dragon and hurled it into the battlefield.
"Dammit! Who's hitting me? Qiang Liang, watch where you're aiming!"
A furious roar erupted from the center of the fight—it was unclear which brother had been struck.
"This... this isn't right!" Qiang Liang was dumbfounded. He had clearly aimed for Ling Xiao; how had it landed on his own brother?
Ru Shou looked at Qiang Liang with deep suspicion. He felt like he was standing next to an undercover mole.
"Kill!"
Before he could ponder further, Di Jiang's roar shook the universe. Ru Shou and Qiang Liang snapped to attention, unleashing their ultimate techniques. The Twelve Ancestral Witches attacked in unison, their killing intent shaking the eight directions and the six harmonies.
Ling Xiao's black hair danced wildly, his eyes like cold, piercing lightning. He radiated a monumental majesty. As the sky-blotting attacks converged on him, cutting off every path of escape, he let out a cold, indifferent snort. His body erupted with Indestructible Spiritual Light, responding with a relentless counter-attack. Every pore of his being spewed Law energy; every inch of him was a killing move.
From afar, he looked like a true Sun, radiating a terrifying power. In a single instant, he responded with ten million strikes, his moves flowing like an eternal tide. He didn't use any Magic Treasures yet; he wanted to use the Twelve Ancestral Witches as "sparring partners" to temper his own foundation. Such an opportunity was rare.
Vroom—Boom!
The universe vibrated and the eight directions shook. The battlefield they occupied was a zone of total annihilation. Countless Living Beings of the Great Desolation looked up, feeling the tremors and hearing the explosions that sounded like the wrath of heaven itself. Their souls felt overturned, their bodies trembling under the pressure.
Squelch...
A rain of blood began to fall, permeating the vast, ancient land. This blood carried a thick Evil Qi—there was no doubt who it belonged to.
Outside the battlefield, the East King Duke was paralyzed with fear. With only half a body remaining, he felt a bone-chilling dread. He was terrified.
If the Witches couldn't beat Ling Xiao, what would happen to him? Over the last tens of thousands of years, he had acted as the Witches' vanguard, committing countless atrocities. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches fell, he would instantly become the target of every great power in the world seeking revenge.
"No, it's impossible... there's no way this many Witches can't beat one person. And they still have their array..." The Duke's mind was in a haze. he forced himself to stay calm, his eyes fixed on the battle, wishing he could charge in and pummel Ling Xiao himself.
Please stop fighting... just lose already! he screamed internally, nearly shouting it aloud.
In the Sea of Blood, Styx watched the battle, his scalp tingling. He knew the power of the Witches better than anyone; it was why he had chosen to submit. Seeing Ling Xiao take on all twelve at once was a dream-like, surreal sight. It was a strength that almost transcended the boundaries of a Quasi-Saint.
After a moment of silence, Styx's figure slowly rose, leaving the Sea of Blood.
Ling Xiao transformed into a scorching sun, his body so bright it melted the Void Realm. Billions of golden rays shot from his pores—a brilliant, staggering display. Law energy billowed for millions of miles, killing and breaking everything in its path!
The Witches were bleeding. Their massive bodies, once their greatest weapons, were now liability-sized targets. Facing Ling Xiao's relentless assault, they had no choice but to burn their own Law energy to tank the blows.
"Puchi!"
Ling Xiao's shoulder was struck. A bone-chilling, frozen spear pierced through his body, leaving a hole that showed daylight from front to back.
This was a lethal strike from Xuan Ming. She controlled the Laws of Rain and Ice, both of which she had reached Perfection. Her combat power was exceptional, arguably surpassing even Di Jiang. She had been brewing this killing intent for a long time, hiding the lethal spear within billions of ice blades. It was aimed at Ling Xiao's brow, but he had dodged at the critical second, sacrificing his shoulder instead of his head.
"I didn't expect I'd actually get hurt..." Ling Xiao's body ignited with golden flames, and the wound closed in the blink of an eye. He suddenly fixed his eyes on Xuan Ming in the distance.
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