Chapter 207: Fatal Strike

Trapped in the array, Zhou Yi was not idle; he was carefully pondering what the four great ferocious formations of Honghuang actually were.

He calculated that if the Human Race could obtain both the Hun Yuan He Luo and the Zhou Tian Xing Dou arrays, even a Saint's provocation could be withstood.

However, the Zhou Tian Xing Dou array requires the Chaos Bell as its focal eye; this Preheavenly Treasure is now being watched by countless eyes, so acquiring it is not easy.

Moreover, the He Tu Luo Shu treasure is said to have a great connection with Mi Xi's Dao verification; Saint Nüwa has probably had her eye on it for a long time.

Nevertheless, Zhou Yi had already made his calculations; when the time is right, he will naturally settle matters with Nüwa. Being trapped in the array now is perfect, a chance to feel out the core of the Hun Yuan He Luo array.

He surveyed the formation space and found that the mountains and waters inside were just like the real ones, becoming increasingly familiar. Even more astonishing, the array even contained living beings, as if the outside Honghuang World had been copied and pasted.

As Zhou Yi wandered, he suddenly realized: this great array essentially brought the entire Honghuang Heaven and Earth inside.

The array space, arranged according to the post‑heavenly Eight Trigrams, contains mountains, rivers, birds, and beasts in full, and the most deadly thing is that even the flow of time cannot be felt.

He had been in this array for a while, yet he never noticed time passing.

But in Zhou Yi's view, the Heaven and Earth shrouded by the Hun Yuan He Luo array had already completely changed.

Snowy peaks in a blink turned into oceans, the boundless sea instantly rose into mountain ranges, and countless beings experienced the cycle of birth to death in an instant.

At this moment he seemed to stand at both ends of time: his left eye saw a frozen instant, while his right eye reflected the flow of billions of years, with even the traces of the Great Calamity clearly visible.

Had his cultivation not already reached the peak of a quasi‑Saint, he would have feared being swallowed by the chaotic temporal currents the instant he awoke.

"No wonder it's one of Honghuang's four great killing formations!" Zhou Yi broke out a cold sweat on his back as the bronze Immortal Bell above his head buzzed.

That split‑second snap had unfolded into ages of vicissitudes; if it were someone else, their Dao‑heart would have already shattered under the erosion of time.

Even a peak quasi‑Saint, if he loses the foundation of his Dao‑heart, will still end up with body dead and Dao extinguished.

At this moment the Heaven and Earth within the array trembled violently, and distant mountain ranges peeled away like sheets of paper.

Zhou Yi squinted; it seemed the external ancestral witches had already engaged Di Hong.

He seized the turbulence's gap, and five divine lights behind him converged into a star‑river that poured into the Immortal Bell, tearing a ferocious rift in the sky with a booming crash.

"Just one more strike." As the fissure began to close, Zhou Yi's body rose with Chaotic aura; his right fist wrapped in the mighty force of shattered stars, launching him skyward like a drawn sword.

Zhou Yi vaulted through the void, instantly appearing atop the sea of clouds, his Dao resonance exploding outward like a volcanic eruption.

He gathered his lifelong cultivation and unleashed the imperial fist technique "Heaven's Fury," the fist blade enveloped in the world‑ending aura of the Heavenly Dao's wrath, piercing straight to the nine heavens.

The essence of this self‑created fist is the true meaning of destruction he grasped while comprehending the Heavenly Dao's calamity punishment.

At this moment the Hun Yuan He Luo array was collapsing, and the fist's force struck precisely the most vulnerable spot of the sky's fissure.

A deafening shattering roar swept the eight wildernesses, and the entire formation space fragmented like a shattered crystal goblet.

Zhou Yi seized the moment, leapt out, and finally returned to the main Honghuang world.

Before he could steady himself, a thunderous roar from the ancestral witches echoed from afar: "Old Di Hong, today we shall perish together!"

Zhou Yi followed the voice and saw the Demon Emperor Di Hong facing off with two blood‑soaked ancestral witches.

Taiyi and the other ancestral witches had long vanished; the remaining three auras were faint, Zhou Yi's body riddled with deep, bone‑visible wounds, leaving no trace of the Honghuang overlord's majesty.

Zhou Yi suddenly realized he had lingered too long in the array; the witch‑zombie final battle was already nearing its end.

Recalling the start of his entrapment, the Demon Emperor Di Hong, deprived of the Hun Yuan He Luo array's support, led a fierce assault but began to falter under the combined counterattack of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

On the other side of the battlefield, as the four Sui Huang quasi‑Saints of the Human Race entered the fray, the Demon forces, though superior in number, were forced to retreat step by step.

With each breath, tens of thousands of demon soldiers and witch generals fell, their blood staining the foothills of Mount Buzhou crimson.

The Wu Clan, already sparsely populated, suffered a massive loss of vitality from this calamity; casualties on both sides had already exceeded a million.

After this brutal slaughter, the heavens and earth were filled with sky‑piercing killing aura, and the witch‑zombie Great Calamity was driven to its climax.

On the eastern battlefield, Taiyi, relying on the Chaos Bell, a Preheavenly Treasure, single‑handedly withstood the assault of six ancestral witches.

These ancestral witches, who command elemental forces, revealed their true forms, driving their divine powers to the limit, unleashing a sky‑covering onslaught upon their opponent.

Although the ancestral witches were already gravely wounded, Taiyi, who had previously sparred with Zhou Yi, also bore injuries, and the two sides fought on evenly.

The western front was equally stalemated, with the Demon Emperor Di Hong locked in combat against five ancestral witches and the Great Witch Ghost Chariot.

In theory, the combined might of six ancestral witches should be superior, but at this moment Di Hong's He Tu Luo Shu was being used to sustain the Hun Yuan He Luo array that trapped Zhou Yi; lacking this supreme Preheavenly Spiritual Treasure, he could not gain any advantage against the five‑plus‑one witch coalition.

This epoch‑spanning great war lasted several hundred years, leaving the entire Honghuang shattered.

Just as the battle seemed indecisive, a sudden turn occurred on Taiyi's side; the successive assaults of the six ancestral witches eventually exposed a flaw in the Chaos Bell.

Di Hong Zu Wu seized the fleeting moment, activating a spatial divine skill; while the other ancestral witches restrained Taiyi, his iron fist, wrapped in the force that pierces the void, struck directly at the vital point.

In a hurried move, Taiyi raised his arm to block, and a "crack" of bone rang out; his left arm erupted in blood and flesh.

The excruciating pain instead sparked Taiyi's ferocity; he braved the onslaught of five ancestral witches, wielding the Chaos Bell to lock onto the most severely injured Mu Zheng.

"Clang!" Three thunderous bell sounds froze time and space; Mu Zheng's freshly reassembled body was instantly shattered again, his qi and blood visibly dimming.

"Let's see how many times you can endure!" Cold light flashed in Taiyi's eyes as the Chaos Bell again enveloped Mu Zheng.

The other ancestral witches, seeing this, hurried to reinforce; five world‑shattering divine powers surged toward Taiyi, but were all blocked by the hovering Chaos Bell.

With the Preheavenly Treasure's full might unleashed, Taiyi truly suppressed the six ancestral witches single‑handedly.

Taiyi redirected his spearhead straight at Mu Zheng, brandishing his artifact in a fierce assault on the wood‑spirit ancestral witch.

Mu Zheng was beaten back repeatedly, his entire aura growing weaker, on the verge of collapsing.

But at this critical moment, the witch‑zombie war's situation suddenly turned sharply downhill.

The heavens and earth suddenly erupted with a heart‑rending wail; the true form of the Ghost Chariot's ancestral witch shattered explosively, and the Demon Emperor Di Hong seized the breach to deliver a fatal blow.

This female war god had already been gravely wounded when the Twelve Celestial Demon Array shattered; even her quasi‑Saint cultivation still fell short by a hair.

Di Hong had long been eyeing this opening on the battlefield, and now finally succeeded.

The Ghost Chariot's fall was like pouring cold water into a hot oil pot; the blood‑thirsty ancestral witches went completely berserk.

Centuries of fighting had already left these beings, forged from Pangu's primeval blood, scarred, and the Great Calamity's killing aura further eroded their sanity.