Looking at the countless heavenly soldiers and generals, and the overwhelming sense of oppression that seemed almost tangible, Zu'an finally understood the feeling of Sun Wukong fighting against the Heavenly Court in the mythology.
Gonggong was furious: "Do you think you're the only ones who can call for reinforcements!"
He immediately took out a conch-shaped ritual implement and blew out a desolate, mournful sound.
Soon, countless witch warriors flocked in from all directions, including some renowned great witches, and their momentum was no less than that of the heavenly soldiers and generals.
Zhulong wasn't as impulsive as Gonggong. Instead, he looked at the countless gods in the sky and asked, "You've almost all come out in full force. Does Zhuanxu know about all this?"
Di Jun said calmly, "If he didn't know all this, how could so many gods have come down to him?"
Upon hearing this, the Wu tribe members were both shocked and furious, and many of them couldn't help but curse loudly. It turned out that the Heavenly Court's demon race had been plotting against them for a long time.
This angered not only ordinary witches, but also other ancestral witches. It's unclear who struck first, but the two sides instantly clashed.
In an instant, terrifying lights rose up all over the battlefield, and almost every time they met, great shamans and gods fell.
Zu'an was about to step forward to help, but Xihe stopped him: "Let's leave here first."
Zuan frowned: "But I still need to settle accounts with Dijun and ask him where Xiaoxi is."
“I think I know,” Xihe said after thinking for a moment.
"You know?" Zuan was both surprised and delighted.
"Let's get out of here first." Xihe clutched her chest, her face pale from her serious injuries. "If we don't leave now, we might not be able to leave at all."
Zaun knew she was telling the truth; in this war between liches, anyone in the fray was stronger than him.
Although he could fight with the Sun-Shooting Bow and some special supernatural abilities, there were so many powerful figures on the battlefield that he wouldn't last long before he met his end.
Moreover, both the Goddess of Wushan and Xihe are now critically injured. If he were to take care of them, all three of them would die even faster.
Sensing that the surrounding spatial elements were becoming strange, as if a large formation was about to form, Zu'an dared not hesitate any longer. He carried Wushan Goddess and Xihe in his arms, transformed into a rainbow, and disappeared into the distance.
Upon seeing this, Di Jun raised his hand and reached for the rainbow. He already hated Zu An to the extreme, so how could he let him escape in front of him?
Suddenly, a huge head appeared in front of them. It turned out that Zhulong had blocked the way between the two sides: "Dijun, it's time to settle our score."
He was grateful to Zuan for revealing the truth of the incident, and he owed him a great favor, so of course he had to protect him.
Even Di Jun was quite wary of Zhulong's strength, and could only watch helplessly as Zu'an left.
As Zuan transformed into a rainbow and escaped to a safe zone, even though they were millions of miles apart, he could still faintly sense the terrifying fluctuations of energy from that area. Clearly, both the Lich and Demon factions had completely ignited their fighting spirit.
"It's strange. If Zhuanxu really supported going to war with the Wu tribe, why did he sacrifice his precious grandson to sever the connection between heaven and earth?" The Goddess of Wushan was very puzzled. If she knew that the two sides would go to war, Zhuanxu's sacrifice in resolving the conflict between the Wu and Yao tribes was too great.
“Zhuanxu and Dijun have always been at odds, so there is no way he would support him,” Xihe said in a deep voice. “If I’m not mistaken, Zhuanxu is currently under control.”
Zu'an was startled: "How could he, the mighty Heavenly Emperor, be controlled?"
“You don’t understand the situation in the Heavenly Court. In fact, many demons in the Heavenly Court consider themselves noble and disdain sharing the power of the entire world with the Witch Clan. In addition, the Witch Clan has always had a bad temper, and there have been many conflicts and grudges between the two sides over thousands of years, which has reached a point where it is difficult to control.” Xihe’s expression was somewhat complicated. “Look at how many heavenly soldiers and generals came out to help Dijun just now. It’s not necessarily because they were really won over by Dijun, but because they have long wanted to take action against the Witch Clan.”
"Wouldn't the Witch Clan be in danger?" Zu'an worried. If the Witch Clan were to be defeated, where in this vast world would he find refuge?
“That’s not necessarily true. The Ten Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence and blood of the Great God Pangu. Each of them is incredibly powerful and possesses various supernatural abilities. The other witch clans are also natural-born warriors. It’s still uncertain who will emerge victorious in a real battle,” Xihe comforted. “Besides, these are not things we can control. Whether we are here or not will not affect the outcome of the battle.”
Zuan remained silent. He actually agreed with the other party's statement. Although he had only glimpsed the situation on the battlefield, every time the Lich and Demon races clashed, countless powerful individuals with strength no less than his had fallen. He really couldn't influence the course of the battle.
Where is Xiao Xi you mentioned?
"The Heavenly Court!"
Zuan was taken aback by the other party's reply.
“Originally, Di Jun’s plan was flawless, but because of your appearance…” Xi He paused and continued to explain, “You interrupted his plan in advance, causing their great war with the Wu Clan to be brought forward. And just now he hasn’t used the Myriad Soul Banner, so it seems that the Myriad Soul Banner still needs some refinement before it can be completely forged.”
"The ground is the territory of the Wu Clan. He probably wouldn't dare to risk something so important right now, and he's most likely keeping it in his temple. It seems that most of the gods support him now, so there's a higher chance that he'll put the Myriad Soul Banner in the Heavenly Court. What place could be safer than that?"
Hearing this, the Goddess of Wushan couldn't help but snort: "These guys have caused so much suffering for their own selfish desires. How can they call themselves gods?"
Thinking about what had happened these past few days, and realizing that so many gods in Heaven knew about it, even she, with her temperament, became somewhat angry.
"The victors are kings, the losers are villains. As long as they win, history will be written by them." Xihe said expressionlessly. As someone in a high position, she had long seen through the pattern of everything. "Let's hurry up and get to the Heavenly Court."
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