Chapter 208: Fragmentation and Disintegration

Especially Qiang Liang, the Thunder Ancestral Witch, and the Ghost Chariot were originally siblings of the same origin; watching his sister die helplessly, the veins on his forehead instantly bulged.

"Give me your life!" Qiang Liang's body erupted with Thunder Light, completely abandoning defense as he charged ferociously at Taiyi.

Taiyi, in the heat of slaughter, seized the Chaos Bell and slammed it. Unexpectedly, the Ancestral Witch did not dodge or evade, hard‑holding the innate treasure, and half his body was instantly blown into a blood mist.

The dying Qiang Liang suddenly twisted a grim smile, his corpse clamping the Chaos Bell tightly.

His entire body's essence blood burned wildly, and his previously shattered form swelled like a blown balloon.

Taiyi's pupils contracted sharply, before he could withdraw.

Boom!

A world‑shattering explosion roared, shaking the entire Honghuang continent violently. Qiang Liang detonated his true Ancestral Witch form, sacrificing both body and spirit to drag the enemy down with him.

Even though the Chaos Bell protected his body, Taiyi was still blown to spew golden blood, yet ultimately he withstood this mutually assured death move.

"Qiang Liang!"

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches sometimes quarrel, their fraternal bond never wavers. Seeing Qiang Liang self‑detonate and fall, the Ancestral Witches were filled with grief and anger, their aura swelling several yards.

"Today you shall be buried with me!"

Mu Zheng's eyes turned blood‑red as he roared, activating his innate divine power and true form, crashing toward Taiyi like a mountain.

Amid the earth‑shaking roar, the Wood Ancestral Witch instantly turned into blood mist, blasting Taiyi and the Chaos Bell outward together.

Although the Chaos Bell shielded Taiyi's True Spirit, it could not block the residual force of the Ancestral Witch's self‑detonation.

Taiyi's mouth dripped blood and his face turned ashen, before he could catch his breath, Zhu Song and two others had already wrapped their sides in blazing inferno, closing in.

Fire God Zhu Song, Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiu Yin, and Space Ancestral Witch Di Hong locked eyes in a final showdown, their surrounding qi boiling like hot water.

Three sun‑piercing rainbows exploded with a roar, and the Chaos Bell was hurled millions of li away. Deprived of his treasure's protection, Taiyi's flesh and blood disintegrated in an instant, and even his seasoned Nascent Soul turned to ash.

The Five‑direction Demon Emperor and the remaining Ancestral Witches were both stunned by this lightning‑fast upheaval.

Before anyone could recover, Heaven Wu rode a hurricane straight at Demon Emperor Di Qun, and amid wind and thunder a earth‑shaking self‑detonation erupted again.

Ru Shou and She Bi Shi followed closely, their keen golden spear aura intertwining with the Netherworld toxic miasma and exploding, turning the battlefield into a chaotic furnace.

Three Ancestral Witches in succession destroyed their own Nascent Souls; Demon Emperor Di Qun was severely wounded on the spot, his life hanging by a thread.

The shockwave from their self‑detonations not only crippled the Demon Race supreme, but also rattled the treasured He Tu Luo Shu.

Zhou Yi sensed the disturbance of the Mixed Origin River Luo Great Formation, seizing the moment to break out of the array.

When Zhou Yi burst from the array, the Wu Clan had only the Ancestral Witches Shui Shen and Yu Qiang left. At this moment, Yu Qiang's eyes glowed blood‑red as he prepared to charge at the Demon Emperor, his entire aura violently fluctuating, clearly ready to self‑detonate.

He lunged forward, blocking Yu Qiang, grasped his shoulder and shouted, "Hold on! Let me handle this final battle!"

Yu Qiang, who had originally resolved to die, shivered all over, the madness in his eyes gradually fading.

Looking at the corpses of his Wu Clan comrades scattered on the ground, the iron‑blooded warrior couldn't help but feel sorrow.

From afar, leaning against a broken pillar, Di Qun suddenly burst into loud laughter: "The Honghuang overlords take turns; who could have guessed that today both the Wu and Demon races would plunge together into the abyss!"

"When the Demon Race slaughters ten thousand races, one should anticipate karmic retribution," Zhou Yi replied gravely, his palm already gathering golden flames.

Di Qun wiped the golden blood from his mouth, staggered to his feet and said, "Who in the world has an eternal protagonist? Perhaps someday in the future, the Human Race will follow in my footsteps."

As he spoke, starry phantom shadows illuminated his body; despite his grievous wounds, he still bore the proud bearing of a Demon Emperor.

Zhou Yi said no more; his right arm suddenly burst with dazzling light.

If it were the Di Qun of his prime, the outcome might be uncertain, but now his opponent was merely a candle flickering in the wind.

Yet the Demon Emperor at this moment unleashed astonishing fighting spirit, blooming like the last rays of a sun before its fall.

At the instant the two titans collided with a roar, myriad stars flickered on and off across the battlefield sky.

When the energy storm subsided, Di Qun's gilded battle armor shattered piece by piece, yet he still held a fist raised toward the heavens.

The Demon Emperor, exhausting his last strength, roared, "Remember, no one can forever stand atop Honghuang!"

As Di Qun's body turned to stardust and vanished, the Demon Race's celestial fortune that covered the world collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Zhou Yi gazed at the drifting golden star fragments, the prophecy echoing in his ears; he knew the era of the Human Race had finally arrived, but as Di Qun said, who can guarantee this era will endure forever?

"Boom!"

Golden‑red energy surged like a tsunami toward Demon Emperor Di Qun, tens of millions of unyielding fighting wills coalescing into a tangible torrent.

Zhou Yi's right arm bulged with blue veins, his third Imperial Fist technique "Buzhou Break" blasting out with world‑creating force— the perfect moment to reclaim the Human Race's blood debt.

The Demon Emperor's protective golden aura burst in response, revealing the true form of the Demon God riddled with cracks.

The wronged souls devoured and flayed by the Demon Race seemed to howl within the energy vortex, for the first time in ten million years overpowering the Demon Race's snarling laughter.

As the fortunes of the Wu and Demon races collapsed like a sand tower, the dawn of the Human Race's rise had already pierced the clouds.

Just as the golden fist shadow was about to devour the Demon Emperor, a sudden mutation erupted! Di Qun's seven orifices spewed black‑purple demon fire, his veins bulging like a spiderweb.

Accompanied by a shrill screech that pierced the eardrums, the body that should have been spent and extinguished tore through the fist trajectory, like an uncontrolled meteor striking Zhou Yi.

"Soul‑Consuming Forbidden Technique?" Zhou Yi's pupils contracted sharply; the bronze ancient bell at his waist instantly swelled a hundred zhang, and twelve Xuanhuang light curtains unfolded layer by layer.

Simultaneously, he executed the Seven‑Star Evasion Step, his form pulling seven afterimages through the spacetime crevice; such a mutually destructive tactic was unlike anything a life‑preserving Demon Emperor could devise.

Enveloped in black flame, Di Qun suddenly and oddly changed direction.

Thirty li away, the Ancestral Witch Shui Shen, locked in combat with Taiyi, was caught off guard and struck at the waist by the humanoid blaze.

Both rivals' pupils contracted simultaneously; Di Qun's broken mouth twisted a final grin: "If we must die… we'll take the entire Honghuang as a burial!"

Ancestral Witch Shui Shen charged head‑on toward Demon Emperor Di Qun; the two Honghuang titans tangled like colliding meteors, slamming toward the ground.

With the deafening explosion, their figures fell straight toward the direction of the sky‑supporting pillar, Mount Buzhou.

"Boom!"

At the instant the two self‑detonation energies overlapped and erupted, Zhou Yi's pupils suddenly tightened.

In his sight, the towering sky‑pillar formed from Pangu's spine shattered and fell apart like a sand tower.

The broken stones rained down as a firestorm, dyeing the entire sky blood‑red.

"This isn't right," Zhou Yi clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

As a transmigrator, he had long pulled the Human Race from the depths of Honghuang up to a position where it could contend with the Hundred Races, even altering the fate of the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman's reincarnation.

But now the witch–lich final battle still ends with both sides heavily wounded; the Demon Emperor Qun and Taiyi fell, the Twelve Ancestral Witches now have only Yu Qiang left, and even the collapse of Mount Buzhou takes a different form to fulfill prophecy.

He gazed at the mountain ruins, and faint golden patterns rose among the broken stones—traces of Pangu's lingering will.

By ordinary logic, even if ten innate treasures detonated together, they could not budge a single fraction of the Heavenly Pillar that harbors the primordial divine might.

Yet reality lies absurdly before his eyes, as if an unseen hand is plucking the strings of fate.