Chapter 647

Boom!

Di Jun was struck as if by lightning, his whole body frozen in place, his face turning deathly pale.

He stared in disbelief at the ten "Ancestral Witches" before him, each exuding a monstrous, sky-reaching baleful aura.

Through that disguise woven from laws and Blood Sea Demonic Essence, he finally sensed those ten auras connected to his own bloodline, incomparably familiar.

They were his sons!

They truly were his sons!

"Why... why couldn't I see it? Why couldn't even the River Chart and Luo Book deduce it?" Di Jun's voice trembled.

"Because I staked my life on it."

Di Jiang's voice was calm.

The spatial laws around his body began to dissipate uncontrollably; his originally towering frame was turning illusory at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I used the entirety of my origin as the Space Ancestral Witch, together with this body of Pangu Blood Sea Demonic Essence as a guide, to cast this forbidden art. I twisted Cause and Effect, obscured the Heavenly Secrets. Not to mention you, even if a Saint came in person, they could never see through it."

"I swapped the true bodies of my ten brothers with the auras of your ten sons."

"Down in the lower realm, no matter how much killing karma they create, the karmic retribution sent down by the Heavenly Dao will be recorded on your sons' heads, backlashing against your Yao Clan's Qi Qi."

"And you will stay here, personally attacking your own sons, until you beat them half to death, or are drained to death by them alive."

Di Jiang looked at Di Jun's face, twisted by extreme agony and regret, and smiled faintly.

"Di Jun, do you know? Your younger brother is the greatest threat to your Yao Clan. As long as he is killed, your Yao Clan is nothing to fear."

"By now, my brothers should have succeeded."

Di Jiang's figure grew fainter and fainter.

"Older Brother!"

"Older Brother!"

From the depths of the Youming Di Fu came eleven heart-rending, desperate roars.

Di Jiang did not look back.

He cast one last glance at Di Jun, a trace of pride belonging to a formidable hero flashing in his eyes — his final pride.

"Di Jun, this game of chess, you have lost."

The words fell, and Di Jiang's body completely transformed into countless specks of light, dissipating into the void.

The Space Ancestral Witch, Di Jiang, has fallen!

With his death, the transformation art shrouding the ten Xiao Jin Wu also vanished instantly.

The ten towering "Ancestral Witches" before Di Jun turned back into ten Xiao Jin Wu with withered auras, their bodies covered in scorch marks from the Taizhen.

"Taitai..."

The Xiao Jin Wu let out weak, mournful cries, falling from mid-air.

Di Jun flashed forward, catching them in his arms; looking at the wounds he had personally inflicted on their bodies, this iron-blooded Heavenly Emperor finally could not hold back a roar.

"Aaaaaah—! Di Jiang!"

He had lost.

Lost utterly and completely.

He jerked his head up, looking toward the direction of the Honghuang Dadi.

Di Jiang was dead.

Those ten Ancestral Witches, now unbound, upon learning of their older brother's death — how mad would they become?

Taiyi!

My younger brother!

Di Jun's eyes nearly split from rage; he frantically tore at the space before him, trying to return.

But before dying, Di Jiang had exhausted the last shred of his origin, completely locking down the space of the entire Youming Di Fu!

This is a cage forged with the lives of Ancestral Witches!

The Eastern Great Wasteland.

At the very instant Di Jiang perished and his Dao vanished.

The ten Ancestral Witches frantically besieging the Honghuang Zhong all shuddered in unison.

A grief originating from the deepest depths of their bloodline pierced viciously into their hearts.

"Older Brother!!!"

Zhu Rong was the first to throw back his head and let out a heart-rending, frenzied howl.

The Southern Ming Li Fire on his body turned a devouring black-red in that instant; the violent Fire Law scorched the space for a million li around into inch-by-inch collapse.

"Older Brother is dead... Older Brother is dead!"

Gonggong murmured to himself, two lines of Blood Tears sliding from eyes always full of savage cruelty.

Grief, in the span of a single breath, transformed into a sky-reaching rage and killing intent sufficient to burn the heavens.

The gazes of all ten, like ten poison-tipped sharp swords, locked uniformly onto that ancient, unadorned Bronze Bell.

"Taiyi!!!"

"You deserve to die! Everyone of your Yao Clan deserves to die!"

"I will make you all Star Sacrifice for Older Brother!!"

Zhu Rong had completely lost his mind.

He no longer held back a shred of strength, hurling his Ancestral Witch true body, towering at Shiwu Wan Zhang Gao, like a burning Star Meteor, crashing violently into the defensive light screen of the Honghuang Zhong.

Boom!

This impact was more terrifying than any before.

The entire body of the Donghuang Bell let out a groan of unbearable strain.

That pale golden light curtain flickered violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Inside the Carriage and Palanquin.

Gu Yuan gently wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, his complexion several shades paler than before.

Taking a full-force, death-defying strike from an Ancestral Witch head-on, even the Donghuang Bell was not unscathed.

He could feel his Primordial Spirit, connected to the bell body, trembling violently.

"This has blown up big."

Gu Yuan smiled bitterly in his heart.

He had calculated Di Jiang would set a trap, but had not calculated Di Jiang would play so ruthlessly, directly using his own life as a bargaining chip.

The death of one Ancestral Witch was enough to make this remaining group of madmen completely lose their reason.

"Deploy the formation!"

Zhu Jiuyin's voice, cold and devoid of a shred of emotion, rang out across heaven and earth.

Upon hearing this, the remaining nine Ancestral Witches instantly suppressed the grief in their hearts, each occupying a position, trapping Gu Yuan together with the Donghuang Bell tightly in the center.

The Law Power on their bodies began to hook together and resonate with each other in a profound manner.

A pressure filled with Chaos, vastness, and ancient aura, ten times, a hundred times stronger than before, began to permeate heaven and earth.

Although lacking Di Jiang and Hou Tu, unable to form the complete "Twelve God-Slaying Great Formation".

But merely the ten Ancestral Witches joining forces was enough to briefly condense a flawed Pangu True Body!