But I will kill Di Jun to avenge him, even if it means death!

Just as he was about to speak, some special ancient runes suddenly appeared around him, shimmering with a unique light and protecting the two of them.

“Ancient script of the Witch Clan!” Zuan recalled seeing the Witch Clan perform a secret technique and had seen similar ancient script before.

He could feel that the trend of his body collapsing had stopped, and he was even gradually recovering.

He hurriedly used the Primordial Chaos Scripture to quickly heal his injuries and also helped Xihe heal.

The surrounding spatial elements suddenly fluctuated, and the next second the two were far away from Di Jun.

At this moment, the enormous Di Jun Dharma Image in the sky did not pursue them, but instead looked in their direction with considerable apprehension.

Zu An sensed something, turned around, and was immediately stunned.

Before him lay a colossal serpent stretching across the heavens and earth, its size beyond estimation. Compared to it, even the largest dragon he had ever seen seemed like an earthworm.

His eyes were incredibly bright, one like a burning sun, the other like a cool, clear moon.

Xihe's expression changed; she had already recognized it: "The Ancestral Witch Zhulong!"

Zhulong was among the top-tier Ancestral Witches in terms of both status and strength, and all the Heavenly Emperors treated him with great respect. However, he had not been seen for nearly ten thousand years, and there were even rumors that he had already perished and his body had completely returned to the Great Dao.

Zaun was equally shocked. He had suffered from megalophobia many times before, but compared to what he saw before, all the giant objects he had ever seen seemed small and exquisite.

This candle dragon is indeed incredibly imposing.

The only saving grace was that the two were not enemies, and it seemed that it was he who had intervened just now, which saved their lives.

Gonggong, who was in the distance, burst into laughter: "You've finally arrived!"

Zhulong ignored him and stared straight at Dijun with its huge head: "Dijun, do you really think I'm dead after all these things you've done?"

Stared at by this terrifying behemoth, Di Jun also put away his previous arrogance: "Zhulong, don't listen to that kid's nonsense. The matter of Nüba and your sons has nothing to do with me."

"Do you think I'd believe that?" Zhulong's expression was cold, with a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

He had been in seclusion for countless years, but when he emerged this time, he found that his wife and two sons were dead, and the only remaining son had committed a grave mistake and was being punished by the heavenly laws. How could he not be furious?

Di Jun's face darkened: "Then what do you want?"

"Of course, blood must be repaid in blood!" A gigantic serpentine body appeared faintly among the many clouds in the sky, enveloping this world.

Di Jun suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter: "Fine, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

With a casual flick of his wrist, the outline of a giant cauldron suddenly appeared on the ground, seemingly enveloping the entire world within it.

A chilling wind blew, and the once clear sky suddenly darkened, becoming eerily gloomy.