Chapter 206: Total Annihilation

The Great Calamity has reached its final stage; the invisible calamitous qi threatens everyone, and now only life and death can end this fated war.

"Give me your lives!" Pangu's true form had just steadied his ten‑thousand‑foot body when the roar of the Twelve Ancestral Witches erupted within him.

The Heaven‑splitting axe, forged from murderous qi, swung down again, tearing the cloud layer in two.

The Demon Race camp suddenly lit up with star‑light that blocked the sky, and Di Cun, holding the He Tu Luo Shu, stood aloft: "Today I'll let you witness the true Zhou Tian Killing Formation!" Before the words finished, 14,800 stellar banners burst forth, each bearing a house‑sized meteor.

When the ancestor witches saw it, meteors rained down and exploded at their very noses. That wasn't all; 365 primordial stars as massive as mountains followed, cracking spider‑web fissures across Pangu's true form's chest.

"Crack!" a crisp sound rang through Honghuang, and the towering giant collapsed with a roar. The Twelve Ancestral Witches staggered into their true forms; Yu Qiang's ancestor witch had half her body blown to bone, and Hou Tu's ancestor witch's serpent tail snapped into three pieces.

The backlash from the shattered formation forced everyone to vomit black blood laced with organ fragments; the Demon Race suffered equally, with half their generals turning to ash on the spot, and Taiyi's Chaos Bell split open with a gash.

Amid heavy gasps, eleven ancestor witches and the Ghost‑Car Great Witch clutched their chests, eyes wide as they stared fixedly at the Demon Race camp. They had never expected the enemy to resort to such a mutually annihilating tactic.

At this moment the Demon Race camp also wailed across the fields. The backlash from detonating the Zhou Tian stellar banners surged like a tsunami; low‑level demons exploded into blood‑filled mist on the spot, while higher‑rank generals each spat fresh blood, and their magical aura dropped by fifty percent.

Looking across, only Emperor Di Cun and Taiyi could still stand upright—this was the killing scheme they had meticulously plotted.

The price of detonating all 365 stellar banners was the complete collapse of the Twelve Celestial Demon‑God Grand Formation. Watching the blood‑soaked ancestor witches across the field, the two Demon Emperors exchanged cold smiles. As long as they could eradicate the Wu Clan's foundation, these expendables meant nothing.

"Annihilate the Wu Clan!" the two Sovereigns raised their arms and shouted, and countless Demon elite surged like a black tide toward the enemy lines. The ancestor witches, despite their wounds, led the Ghost‑Car Great Witch and others in a head‑on clash.

When the sky‑blocking stellar formation and the towering Pangu phantasms finally dissipated, the true carnage of flesh and blood began.

Zhou Yi now had a celestial bell humming above his head, and five Chaos light wheels interwove and spun behind him.

Under his command, tens of thousands of long‑hidden Human Race elites finally revealed their edge.

Earlier, when the two peerless grand formations clashed, they could only watch; now is the moment for the Human Race to step onto the Vast Wilderness World stage.

Di Cun, holding the He Tu Luo Shu, probed heavenly mechanisms, while Taiyi's Chaos Bell atop his head rattled the void. The two Demon Emperors, determined to succeed, locked onto the gravely wounded ancestor witches. Only after such a grievous cost could they find a flaw in their foes; today they must utterly end the Wu Clan's fortunes.

From the first clash, a crushing momentum emerged. Di Cun's Preheavenly Spiritual Treasure transformed into myriad falling stars, and Taiyi wielded the Chaos Bell in relentless strikes, forcing the eleven ancestor witches to retreat repeatedly.

The Ghost‑Car Great Witch, already clinging to half a life, could no longer endure; her bone blade was blasted hundreds of zhang away, and her arms hung limp at her sides.

"From now on, Honghuang shall have no Wu Clan!" Di Cun's long hair fluttered as the He Tu Luo Shu‑shaped nebula trapped three ancestor witches within. Taiyi seized the chance to swing the Chaos Bell, and where its chime passed, even space itself shattered inch by inch.

The Wu Clan's strongest roared thunderously, yet each bore wounds; none could muster even half of their full combat power. As Demon Emperor Di Cun and Taiyi prepared to strike, Zhou Yi's figure tore through the void and arrived.

His fist burst with a deafening crack, pure law of force gathering a ten‑thousand‑jin momentum, charging straight at Emperor Di Cun's face. "Mere humans?" Di Cun's pupils narrowed sharply, and he hastily raised the He Tu Luo Shu for defense.

The moment the treasure scroll unfurled, a raging wave of qi shoved the Demon Emperor back a hundred zhang; without the Preheavenly Spiritual Treasure shielding him, he would have bled on the spot.

Taiyi, seeing this, roared, "How the despicable Human Race dares to be so brazen!" The Chaos Bell, enveloping world‑ending might, slammed down upon them.

Zhou Yi's celestial bell hummed above his head, Chaos mist poured down like a waterfall, matching the intensity of his battle against the Preheavenly Spiritual Treasure.

"Today is the time to exterminate the Demon Race; how could I miss it?" Zhou Yi's words were cut short as a murderous roar erupted from the western battlefield.

Four Elders of Sui Huang personally led a massive army into the field; the Changlin forces, two hundred thousand troops, formed a dragon‑shaped array, their might pressing toward the Great Luo pinnacle; the Red Flame army, twenty thousand Golden Immortals, turned into a raging torrent of flame, scattering demon blood wherever they passed.

The Wind‑Wave army slipped through the battlefield like shadows; each appearance claimed a demon general's life.

The most terrifying was the Imperial Feather Guard: among three thousand elites, two hundred Great Luos were stationed, the rest top Golden Immortals. This spearhead unit targeted Demon elite, and within moments of combat had beheaded dozens of demon generals.

Demon Emperor Di Cun stared at Sui Huang and the others, his teeth chattering: "When did the Human Race produce four Quasi Saints?" Taiyi clenched the Chaos Bell, his gaze sweeping the battlefield below: "These ants are not worth fearing, yet a peak Quasi Saint emerges now..."

Before the words finished, both sensed a celestial upheaval and stared in shock toward the battlefield's core.

A cataclysm shook the Vast Wilderness World! The Human Race silently produced Zhou Yi, a top Quasi Saint, and the news sent chills through the spines of all the races' strongmen.

Demon Emperor Di Cun and Taiyi, brothers, were so shocked they nearly fell from the clouds; they never imagined that this newborn race, only ten thousand years old, would continuously spawn four Quasi Saint‑level beings like Sui Huang.

"How long has the Human Race only just awakened Spiritual Intelligence? This growth rate could pierce the heavens," Taiyi's true solar fire flared, wishing he could travel back ten thousand years.

Back when the Human Race struggled for survival in Honghuang, the Demon Race could wipe out a tribe by sending a single demon general.

Now, the four Quasi Saints rampage across the battlefield, their passage staining eight thousand li of cloud sea with demon blood.

Demon Emperor Di Cun, unable to care about his image, seized the He Tu Luo Shu and unleashed a finishing move: "Taiyi, go deal with the ancestor witches; I'll hold back this killing star."

The Preheavenly Spiritual Treasure morphed into a Chaos void, instantly swallowing Zhou Yi whole.

This Mixed‑Origin He‑Luo Formation is no simple trick; it is one of the Four Great Killing Formations of Honghuang derived from the He Tu Luo Shu, and even the Twelve Ancestral Witches must retreat three houses upon seeing it.

Trapped within the formation, Zhou Yi remained calm, sneering at the swirling stellar paths: "Indeed, a treasure that can divine heavenly mysteries, but alas..."

Before the words finished, the Xuanyuan Sword at his waist erupted with ten‑thousand‑foot golden light.

Outside the formation, the Demon army cheered, when the formation violently trembled and thirty‑six stellar constellations shattered in succession.

This Human Quasi Saint actually intends to forcefully break the Mixed‑Origin He‑Luo!

Previously, Demon Emperor Di Cun had kept this massive killing move hidden, likely waiting for the crucial moment to use the Mixed‑Origin He‑Luo Formation to wipe out all Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Imagine if those ancestor witches who cannot form the Twelve Celestial Demon‑God Grand Formation fell into this Mixed‑Origin He‑Luo Formation; they might truly face total annihilation.

But Zhou Yi thrust a barrier, forcing the Demon Emperor to first trap him with the formation before proceeding.