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Chapter 190 The Sword of Slaughter is Drawn, the Wrath of the Witch Clan

Besides the Wu tribe, the area was filled with demons, numbering at least tens of thousands of demon soldiers.

The demons united to besiege the witch clan, putting pressure on them and shouting as if they wanted to seek justice.

"Witch Clan, come out here."

"A bunch of cowards. Weren't you so smug when you were bullying our fellow demons? Why are you hiding like this now?"

"Hmph, utterly lawless! Do they really think our demon race is without any members? Today, the witch clan must give us a satisfactory explanation."

Seeing that the demon race was bullying them, the already warlike witch race warriors naturally couldn't sit still.

Swish swish.

In the blink of an eye, powerful figures burst forth and stood between heaven and earth.

The leader was none other than the Third Ancestral Witch.

The Third Ancestral Witch's gaze fell upon the demon race, cold and indifferent, yet concealing murderous intent.

"Demon race, how dare you show your face on the territory of my witch race at this point? Are you courting death?"

"Hmph, Third Ancestral Witch, your Witch Clan previously wantonly harmed my fellow demons and plundered my treasures. If you don't give us a satisfactory explanation, our demon race will never let this go!" A quasi-saint level expert from the demon race stepped forward, his sharp eyes flashing with a cold light as he confronted them.

"An explanation? A bunch of chickens and dogs dare to ask my witch clan for an explanation? Why should my witch clan need to explain to your demon clan how we should act? How laughable!"

Upon hearing this, the powerful demons felt they had been severely provoked and slighted, and their faces showed expressions of anger.

"Does the Witch Clan intend to reignite the Witch-Demon War? Don't forget that your Witch Clan is merely a defeated foe of our Demon Clan. If it weren't for the Demon Emperor's mercy in allowing you to linger on, you would have been wiped out by our Demon Clan long ago!"

In an instant, the other party's words ignited the flames of war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan.

"Bullshit! If it weren't for your demon race colluding with other powerful beings to scheme against our witch race and forge the Witch-Slaying Sword, causing the fall of our twelve ancient ancestral witches, where in the Immortal Realm would your demon race have the right to bark like dogs in front of our witch race? If you want to destroy our witch race, let's see if you have the ability!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Third Ancestral Witch appeared in front of the speaker as a bolt of lightning, unleashing a punch containing the power to destroy the world.

The demon race's quasi-saints were taken aback. They hadn't expected that these brutes of the witch race, even in their current state, would dare to attack at the slightest provocation.

The power of the Third Ancestral Witch was narrowly blocked by the Quasi-Saint of the Demon Race, but its residual force annihilated the weaker demon race members around it.

"Kill! Annihilate these demon scum!"

"presumptuous!"

In an instant, a great battle broke out between the witch clan and the demon clan.

Immediately afterwards, several powerful golden lights emerged from within the Wu clan.

"Third Brother, we're here to help you."

"Don't panic, third brother, I'm coming."

The twelve ancestral witches share both glory and ruin.

As the battle erupted, other quasi-saint level ancestral witches within the witch clan also joined in, not caring about fairness or anything like that; they just wanted to beat each other up first.

Before long, tens of thousands of demons were defeated and forced to retreat by the witch clan.

"Very well, your witch clan is truly remarkable! Just wait and see, we will not let you off easily."

Seeing that they were no match for the Witch Clan, the powerful demons resolutely chose to retreat.

"Don't run away! Come on again!"

"Eighth brother, don't pursue."

The Fifth Ancestral Witch stopped the Eighth Ancestral Witch, who wanted to chase after and kill the demon race, and advised, "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Right now, our main priority is to protect the Witch Clan. We can't let outsiders see through our schemes prematurely. The Witch Clan needs time."

"Hmph, they got away fast." The Eighth Ancestral Witch snorted unhappily. "One day, I will definitely take the Demon Emperor's head off."

"Now that we have the help of Fellow Daoist Lai Yang, we believe that day will come soon."

"Alright, leave the rest to us. You can go back to the ancestral temple of the Witch Clan."

"Ah."

Meanwhile, inside the ancestral temple of the Wu tribe, Lai Yang refined and absorbed numerous rare and precious materials to recover.

In just one month, half of the twelve Ancestral Witches have successfully condensed their own primordial spirits, and some have even broken through to new realms.

Lai Yang also consumed more than a third of the mountain of rare and precious materials in the ancestral hall of the Wu tribe, with the vast majority used to restore his essence and blood.

However, even refining and absorbing only a small portion of the remaining power brought Lai Yang considerable benefits, allowing him to reach the peak of the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

He was just one step away from breaking through to the fourth level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm and entering the mid-stage.

Lai Yang, who had simultaneously comprehended the laws of swordsmanship, time, space, and chaos, was further amplified by the mana boost provided by the system.

Even though he only possessed the peak of the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, his immortal power was enough to make him a king within the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

He believed that soon his immortal power would catch up with his physical body and spirit, at which point he would be in his most powerful and perfect state.

While the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan were engaged in a great battle, Lai Yang was also secretly keeping an eye on the situation outside.

The demon race has taken notice of the witch race's situation and doesn't know how long their peaceful cultivation days can last.

All he could do was try his best and leave the rest to fate.

The Wu Clan already possessed a physical body comparable to Pangu, and now that they have condensed their primordial spirit, their power will far surpass that of other beings in the Immortal Realm.

Given the Wu tribe's fearless nature, their tendency to fight at the slightest provocation, their disrespect for the heavens and the immortal emperors, and their exclusive devotion to the father god Pangu, it's uncertain whether they might cause any major trouble.

"Fellow Daoist, we're back."

"Hmph, those trashy demons dare to mess with our witch clan? They're simply overestimating themselves."

"If it weren't for our elder brother's insistence that we reveal our true strength now, we would have made sure none of them escaped and that they were all left behind."

The ancestral witches returned to the ancestral temple of the witch clan and began to chatter amongst themselves.

The powerful demons returned to the Demon Court.

After learning about what had happened to everyone in the Witch Clan, the Demon Emperor's narrow eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Those Wu Clan guys may be rude and reckless, but they are not entirely brainless. They should be well aware of the current situation of the Wu Clan, yet they suddenly dare to declare war on my Demon Clan. Could it be that they have gained some kind of support?" The Demon Emperor pondered for a long time.

He couldn't believe that the Witch Clan could still rely on anything now, as their trump cards had been almost completely figured out by the Demon Clan.

If it weren't for that ancestral witch who merged with reincarnation in the underworld, he would have long since been eager to exterminate the witch clan. Keeping the witch clan alive is ultimately an unstable factor.

The physical bodies of the Wu Clan are too powerful. The fact that they are born without a primordial spirit is a kind of balance. Otherwise, it would be hard to say who would win or lose in the great war of the past.

The Wu Clan has yet to produce even a single Immortal Emperor-level expert, not because the Wu Clan is incapable of producing an Immortal Emperor.

Instead, if a potential Immortal Emperor emerges within the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan will secretly dispatch powerful individuals to eliminate him. They may allow the Witch Clan to survive, but they will never allow the Witch Clan to rise again.

After hesitating for a long time, the Demon Emperor looked at his powerful subordinates and said in a deep voice, "Bring a portion of the power of the Witch-Slaying Sword. This time, we must find out what the Witch Clan is relying on. I will never allow the Witch Clan to rise again. Once the Witch Clan rises, it will be the day our Demon Clan perishes. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, the powerful demons were taken aback. The Demon Emperor was actually going to use a portion of the power of the Witch-Slaying Sword. They hadn't expected the Demon Emperor to be so deeply wary of the Witch Clan. What was there to be wary of in a Witch Clan that had already completely declined?

They kill so many of the most promising young members of the Wu clan every year, yet the Wu clan doesn't dare utter a single word.

"Yes, we will certainly not disappoint the Emperor."

"Alright, you may all go and prepare."

Witch clan.

Two months have passed since the last attack by the demon race, and the last ancestral witch has finally successfully condensed her primordial spirit.

With Lai Yang's help, all twelve Ancestral Witches successfully gave birth to their primordial spirits, becoming a hundred times stronger than before.

"Great, eleventh brother, you succeeded too."

"I have a primordial spirit now! I have a primordial spirit too!"

“We have all condensed our primordial spirits, but our Wu clan still has countless members. What should we do with them? We can’t expect you to condense the primordial spirits of each of our clansmen one by one.”

Upon hearing this, the group of ancestral witches exchanged bewildered glances.

During this time, they witnessed firsthand how Lai Yang condensed their primordial spirits. No matter what, they could not bring themselves to ask Lai Yang to condense the primordial spirits of the other members of the Wu Clan. What difference would that make from taking someone's life?
Moreover, they suspected that Lai Yang was very likely the reincarnation of the Father God.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, they absolutely cannot let anything happen to him.

“Fellow Daoist has already done enough for our Wu Clan, how can we force you any further?”

"Everyone has seen how you, fellow Daoist, condensed your primordial spirit for us. The price you paid has already been high enough. Do you intend to kill me?"

"How could that be? How could I possibly want to harm you, fellow Daoist? If you want my life, then take it!"

Suddenly, Lai Yang spoke up: "Fellow Daoists of the Witch Clan, there's no need to argue, I have a way."

"I have deduced the Primordial Spirit Method. All I need to do is teach the Primordial Spirit Method to others to cultivate. Once they have fully mastered it, they can dig out a pool, infuse it with a little essence blood, enter the pool, and then cultivate and condense their Primordial Spirit on their own."

Upon hearing this, the group of ancestral witches were overjoyed and couldn't help but excitedly say, "Please, fellow Daoist, bestow your teachings."

"Easy to say."

Lai Yang sent out several streams of spiritual energy into the minds of the Ancestral Witches, and immediately all the details about the cultivation of the Primordial Spirit Technique flooded into their minds.

"wonderful."

"Great kindness."

"Here are three drops of my heart's blood essence. You should first select a group of clansmen with better talent to cultivate the Primordial Spirit Technique and see the effect."

The ancestral witches immediately promoted Lai Yang's Primordial Spirit Technique within the witch clan, encouraging all members to fully cultivate it.

A month later, the thousand most advanced members of the Wu clan, under the arrangement of the ancestral witches, entered the pool containing Lai Yang's heart essence to cultivate.

For a moment, all the witches were eagerly anticipating the arrival of their newfound power, their hearts pounding with tension.

Soon, the first person was born with a primordial spirit, followed by the second, the third…

The atmosphere of the entire witch clan instantly became boiling, and countless witches couldn't help but shout, cheer, and celebrate excitedly.

At the same time, Lai Yang's status in the Wu tribe became extremely high, almost equivalent to that of the twelve ancestral witches who held the highest position in the Wu tribe.

During Lai Yang's cultivation and self-nourishment, the Wu Clan continuously sent him a large number of precious and rare natural treasures for his unlimited use.

Lai Yang didn't hold back either, and his cultivation level improved rapidly.

Six months later, the demon army of the demon race attacked again.

This time, there were hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers and generals, and ten demon quasi-saints. Their terrifying demonic energy transformed into rolling demonic clouds that blotted out the sun, causing countless living beings to be terrified.

Sensing the ill intentions of the demon race, the members of the witch race felt a chill in their hearts.

"The demon race has returned, and they've brought hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers with them."

"No matter how many people they have, I'll kill as many as they come!"

"Hmph, the demon race has come with great force this time. They probably have other plans. It won't be easy to let this go."

"The witch clan of today is not the same as it used to be. They're just worried about not having anyone to practice on. Lately, they've been itching to get their hands dirty."

"We are protected by the Father God and the Ancestral Witches, so what do the sons of the Witch Clan have to fear in a battle!"

"Fight, fight, fight!"

The twelve ancestral witches led the witch army to meet the enemy, confronting the demon army in the air.

In an instant, the space was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder, like a powder keg that could explode at any moment, just a spark away from igniting it completely.

"Witch Clan, hand over the murderer who harmed my demon clan and compensate my demon clan for their losses, or don't blame us for being impolite."

"If you want war, then let's fight. What's with all the talk?"

The powerful attitude of the Witch Clan caused the Demon Clan experts to frown. Then, the Demon Clan members summoned a sword that exuded overwhelming witch-like aura.

Sensing the suppression of the Witch-Slaying Sword, the expressions of the Witch Clan members all changed. They were first shocked, then filled with boundless rage, gritting their teeth and shouting, "Witch-Slaying Sword!"

Faced with the Slaughtering Sword, the members of the Witch Clan almost lost their minds, their eyes bloodshot and their expressions extremely ferocious and terrifying.

"You bastards, how dare you threaten us with the Slaughtering Witch Sword! Today, none of you will escape!"

"Form battle formation and kill them!"

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, you dare to resist the Slaughtering Sword. This is your witch clan courting death."

"Hmph, don't be afraid. Under the suppression of the power of the Witch-Slaying Sword, the Witch Clan can't make a fuss. Today, we will give the Witch Clan a terrible lesson and let them know who the master of this world is."

Although the treasures they brought out only possessed a portion of the power of the Witch-Slaying Sword, they were still enough to weaken the Witch Clan by at least one-fifth.

With the help of the Witch-Slaying Sword, they were confident that the Witch Clan was no match for their Demon Clan.

However, the next moment, the powerful demons were all shocked and looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Primordial Spirit Dharma Form, open!"

With a low shout that resounded throughout the heavens and earth, a powerful primordial spirit dharma image appeared behind a witch clan elder.

"A primordial spirit! How could the Witch Clan possibly cultivate a primordial spirit?! This is absolutely impossible!!!"

"The physical bodies of the Witch Clan are already incredibly powerful. If they could also cultivate their primordial spirit, it's unbelievable how terrifying the future of the Witch Clan could be."

"Kill him! Kill that witch clansman who possesses a primordial spirit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of primordial spirit avatars appeared out of nowhere within the Wu clan, like demon gods descending to earth and gazing upon the demon army. Their terrifying aura terrified the demons.

"The demon race owes my witch race a blood debt, and it's time to pay it back."

(End of this chapter)