Chapter 205: Sounding the Golden Trumpet to End the Battle

Both sides have been locked in blood war for tens of thousands of years, each already knows the other's hidden cards. This Wu Clan's ultimate formation requires the Twelve Ancestral Witches to gather, borrowing Pangu's essence blood and the world's evil qi to forge a Heaven‑opening Sacred Body; at its peak it can summon Chaos divine thunder to reenact earth, fire, water, and wind.

Now, as the Great Calamity's evil qi surges skyward, it should be the perfect moment for the divine evil formation's greatest strike. Yet, lacking the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman who commands the earth, the colossal Heaven‑opening silhouette in the air remains flickering, like a dying candle.

"Do you really think the Wu Clan will just sit and await death? Where is Gui Che!" Di Hong's roar as an ancestral shaman tore the battle clouds.

Suddenly, scarlet evil qi shot skyward within the formation; Great Witch Gui Che revealed a hundred‑zhang ancestral shaman true form, seamlessly merging with the array of the eleven other ancestral witches.

In an instant, the void cracked with a thunderous boom; the previously illusory Pangu true body suddenly solidified, a massive palm wrapped in the law of annihilation slamming toward the heavens.

"This is impossible!" Demon Emperor Qun stared at the fully formed Pangu true body, his face full of shock. He had no idea that Great Witch Gui Che and the ancestral shaman Qiang Liang shared the same origin, the two actually being blood‑related siblings.

Within the Wu Clan camp, Gui Che was already a ceiling‑level combatant.

Aside from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, her Pangu bloodline purity is considered the best in the Wu Clan.

When the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman incarnated as the Six Realms of Reincarnation, he had long foreseen the Wu Clan's future calamity and deliberately left behind his own vital essence blood.

Gui Che's power stems from a single drop of the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman's heart blood; although she has not yet formally ascended to the rank of ancestral shaman, her strength has already reached that threshold.

More crucially, that drop of essence blood lets her resonate perfectly with the other eleven ancestral witches, successfully activating the Twelve Heaven‑God Evil Grand Formation.

"It still falls short," Zhou Yi mused inwardly.

Even though the grand formation is complete and the forged Pangu true body possesses Heavenly Dao Saint-level physical robustness, it still lacks the Hou Tu principal seated as a pillar.

Techniques like the legendary Chaos Heaven‑God Thunder that opened the heavens and split the earth—an ultimate killing move—cannot be executed by this formation now.

Nevertheless, even at this stage the Pangu true body is enough to intimidate the Demon Race.

On the battlefield, the sound of killing roared to the heavens; the Wu and Demon races had already blood‑shot eyes, and this blood feud could only end with one side's total annihilation.

Either mutual destruction, or a permanent exit from the Honghuang stage.

As Zhou Yi led the Human Race elite in a charge, his peripheral glance swept over the two massive formations on the horizon.

The Twelve Heaven‑God Evil Grand Formation and the Zhou Tian Star Array resembled two world‑ending millstones; even their residual ripples were enough to make hearts quake.

If these two top‑tier Honghuang killing formations unleashed full firepower, it is said even Saints would have to temporarily avoid their blades.

"If our Human Race had formations of this caliber, we could truly stand our ground!" Zhou Yi calculated while swinging his sword.

Although the rise of the Human Race is imminent, compared with the foundations of the Wu and Demon races, the gap is far from negligible.

Future Quasi‑Saint‑level masters may not be scarce, but mid‑tier combatants such as Great Luo Golden Immortals and Golden Immortals still need to be gradually accumulated.

The only thing the Human Race now lacks is a killer move that can subdue Saints, like the two ultimate formations the Wu and Demon races each hold.

The Heaven‑God Evil Formation, which originally required the Twelve Ancestral Witches to activate, can no longer gather enough people; even a specially made divine evil banner used as a makeshift replacement falls short of peak power by thirty percent.

However, the Zhou Tian Starry Formation is a breakthrough. To set up this array, the crucial task is to obtain two priceless treasures: Taiyi's Chaos Bell and Demon Emperor Qun's He Tu Luo Shu.

As for the Great Zhou Tian Starry Banner and the Lesser Zhou Tian Starry Banner, although their crafting processes are absurdly complex, a method to decipher them does exist.

Just as Zhou Yi thought of this, the battlefield situation suddenly escalated.

The Pangu true body formed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches surged straight into the Demon Race's lines; billions of demons roared thunderously, and starlight poured from the formation like floodgates opening.

In the blink of an eye, a star‑shadow over a million zhàng in diameter solidified above the formation and slammed down onto the ancestral witches.

The Pangu true body lifted a phantom hand and, astonishingly, pulled a massive axe with a faintly visible haft from the void.

The moment the axe's silhouette appeared, the entire Honghuang world trembled.

It was the legendary projection of the Pangu Axe that opened the heavens and split the earth; although its true form had long been broken into three primordial treasures, its lingering will could still coalesce into world‑destroying power.

When the axe blade collided with the star, a shockwave swept across the Honghuang from the Heavenly Court.

Mountains cracked, rivers reversed, and even the Chaos qi beyond the Nine Heavens roiled incessantly.

This far exceeds Quasi‑Saint‑level contests; each clash shakes the foundations of heaven and earth, and a slight misstep could turn the entire plane into dust.

The Wu Clan‑controlled Pangu true body gave no respite, the axe shadows slashing repeatedly toward the core of the Star Array.

The Demon Race also went all‑out, condensing the power of billions of stars into a dense hail of meteors that bombarded the giant like coins.

Each heavy blow caused the formation to violently quake; the Demon Race's elite inside were shaken until blood spurted from all seven orifices, yet they still gritted their teeth and held on.

Under the sky, Demon Race strongmen clutched their chests, vomiting blood, their robes soaked in crimson. The shallow‑rooted minor demons fared worse, their bodies exploding like firecrackers, flesh and blood scattering.

Meanwhile, in the Wu Clan camp, the eleven ancestral witches together with Great Witch Gui Che wore ashen faces, their veins bulging like writhing earthworms; Gui Che's mouth corner leaked dark‑golden witch blood, clearly taking a hidden loss from the star impact.

"Split the Chaos!" the Pangu colossus roared, shattering the void.

The Heaven‑opening axe swung down through the air; where its blade passed, Chaos qi boiled like water, carving a faintly visible new world in the void.

This move is the ancient creation god Pangu's ultimate technique; it is said even Saints shudder upon seeing it.

The Demon Race's camp instantly erupted in billions of rays of light.

Emperor Qun and his Taiyi brother first bit their tongues, spitting their essence blood onto the Chaos Bell and He Tu Luo Shu, causing the two clan‑protecting treasures to buzz loudly.

Billions of demon soldiers simultaneously offered their life essence blood; the Zhou Tian Starry Banner turned a glaring scarlet, and three hundred sixty‑five ancient stars manifested in the bright sky, trailing fiery tails as they slammed into the Pangu colossus.

The heavens and earth erupted with an unprecedented roar. Zhou Yi, swift of eye and hand, summoned a bronze immortal bell; as its light shield covered the Human elite, distant mountains collapsed like building blocks, rivers surged back forming towering waves. Those who failed to flee turned to dust in an instant.

When the smoke cleared, Zhou Yi felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out clotted blood; the immortal bell in his hand was riddled with cracks. The Pangu colossus at the battlefield's center became semi‑transparent, as if a gust could disperse it.

The Demon side fared worse; the Zhou Tian Star Array's banners were more than half torn, the few remaining trembling on the brink of collapse. Above both races, karmic clouds of blood hung like ominous mists, chilling all who beheld them.

Amid the violently trembling aftershocks of the starry sky, tens of thousands of Demon Race warriors were blown into blood mist within the Zhou Tian Starry Formation.

This sky‑and‑earth color‑shifting duel had no victor; both Wu and Demon races were shaken until blood seeped from all seven orifices, and the battlefield's center even split open a hundred‑mile‑wide abyss.

If this had been in the past, the two sides would have sounded the golden trumpets and called a halt at this point.

But now, whether the Demon Race wielding star power or the Wu Clan treading the earth, each has eyes blood‑red as crimson.