The air in the entire valley was filled with the smell of smoke, and many of the forests had already caught fire under the scorching sun.

At this moment, the intense heat was an inevitable torment for the countless creatures living within Buzhou Mountain.

They had grown accustomed to a comfortable environment and could not adapt to the cruel changes now.

Under the blistering sun, even the strongest of races could not remain standing.

"It's getting late. Let's hurry up and move those creatures out."

The Great God Fu Xi spoke with some urgency.

Yu Yuan nodded and quickened his actions along with the Great God Fu Xi.

Meanwhile, the southern and eastern foothills of Buzhou Mountain had become battlefields.

The cruel extent of this war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan was beyond the imagination of outsiders.

Wherever the flames of war reached, everything would be reduced to ruins.

The Buzhou Mountain range, spanning billions of miles, was nearly half engulfed by the atmosphere of war, suffocating those who breathed it in.

The sky here was enveloped in dark clouds, and the thunderous roar shattered the silence.

The ground cracked open from the fierce battles, revealing rampant magma, and flames surged up, burning everything in their path.

The armies of the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan engaged in brutal combat here, with blood and severed limbs piling high.

Ordinary beings could not withstand such a horrifying sight, and even many powerful Immortal Gods felt fear upon seeing this and desperately fled.

The Demon Clan's troops were numerous, and their standard-issue Spiritual Treasures often inflicted heavy losses on the warriors of the Witch Clan, mercilessly crushing them.

The Witch Clan, however, boasted strong physical bodies, with astonishing individual combat strength. Each Witch Clan warrior was an invincible brave capable of facing thousands alone, born for battle as if it were their nature.

A casual strike from them could unleash devastating Strength; upon activation, it could destroy an entire area.

The grudge between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, entangled for hundreds of eras, further intensified the entire battle.

Every warrior on the battlefield fought valiantly for their race, giving their all in combat.

Many Witch Clan warriors were already gravely injured, but to defend the land beneath their feet, they continued fighting with unyielding determination, showing no sign of retreat.

The Demon Clan's top forces attacked the Witch Clan like a tidal wave, and the Witch Clan warriors, refusing to show weakness, charged into the Demon Clan's army like War Gods.

The echoing sounds of colliding forces reverberated through the mountains.

Time ticked away, second by second, the battle ongoing with no easy shift in the balance.

Piles of corpses amassed, with new troops of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals from the Nine Heavens joining the struggle incessantly.

This bloody battlefield continued to spawn new departed souls.

Boulders thousands of feet tall and sandstorms in the sky, raging winds and trembling earth.

The Witch Clan warriors treated the towering mountains as walls, defending them tenaciously, as the Demon Clan's Heavenly Soldiers and Generals attacked in turn with various tactics, leaving deep claw marks and trails of blood on the mountains.

The mountains spanned thousands of miles, with Heaven and Earth reflecting in the vastness.

Countless Heavenly Soldiers and Generals donned bronze helmets and silver armors, wielding thunder maces.

They were a force skilled in the use of heavenly thunder, capable of manipulating the power of Heaven and Earth, striking with ferocity and sharpness. Furthermore, all these soldiers had wings on their backs, riding the clouds and controlling the wind, moving as swiftly as the wind with ruthless attacks.

The armies of the two clans crushed against each other among the mountains, with soil and stones churning in the valleys, and boulders flying, filling the atmosphere with horror and desolation.

At the summit of Buzhou Mountain, the top masters of both clans were locked in fierce battle.

Above the Nine Heavens, the Demon Saint Jiu Ying glared angrily at the Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong, with his azure sword dancing in the wind, scattering sword lights.

The Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong glared back at the Demon Saint Jiu Ying, with his fiery spear constantly spitting out fierce Burning Sky Divine Flames.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, attacking and defending, continuously engaged in combat.

The wild wind howled, and flames burned; the entire sky was shrouded by their power.

Jiu Ying, the Demon Saint, and Zhu Rong, the Ancestor Witch, were inscrutable beings; each move they made was infused with boundless Strength.

The cold wind unleashed by Jiu Ying's azure sword collided with the intense heatwave released by Zhu Rong's fiery spear, illuminating the entire Nine Heavens.

Countless Immortal Gods watched this battle from afar, all filled with amazement.

The two Quasi-Saints dominated their peers, their casual strikes capable of effortlessly tearing apart the void and causing Heaven and Earth to pale.

As time passed, second by second, the battle between Jiu Ying and Zhu Rong also reached its climax.

Jiu Ying displayed his Primordial Spirit Dharma Form, appearing large and mighty, exuding a wild aura. His eyes were blood-red, and he let out a low roar, like a winged fierce beast.

Zhu Rong, the Ancestor Witch, sneered and leaped up nimbly; his red hair fluttering, his figure suddenly expanding countless times in the air, revealing his Ancestor Witch True Body.

In his hands, he held two Fire Dragons, using them as whips to lash at Jiu Ying, the Demon Saint. With a single step, he crossed boundless distances, rapidly closing in on Jiu Ying.

The two clashed once more, and the scene escalated in intensity, with each move appearing extremely perilous, as if they could destroy Heaven and Earth.

Jiu Ying's Dharma Form attacked Zhu Rong with a rough stature and astonishing strength. Zhu Rong skillfully wielded the Fire Dragon Whips, dissolving every attack into nothingness.

The battle dragged on for a long time, with both sides wanting to win the war.

In the end, it was Zhu Rong, the Ancestor Witch, who had the upper hand, his relentless assault eventually revealing a flaw in Jiu Ying. He entwined the Demon Saint with the two Fire Dragons, trapping the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form, leaving no chance to escape in the short term.

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