Yang Lin's judgment was correct.
The next actions of the demon clan are exactly as he deduced, with the demon clan's heavenly palace as the core, three hundred and sixty-five demon gods as the eyes of the formation, countless demon saints, demon kings, transformed true demons, and ignorant demon beasts. , with the blessing of the power of starlight, a huge net was formed, from top to bottom, fiercely attacking the tens of thousands of tribes scattered around the Wu clan.
The way of survival of the Witch Clan has a huge demand for resources and blood food. Unlike later generations of humans, they prefer to live near the water and live in huts. What they need most is a vast hunting ground.
The more spiritual fruits, exotic herbs, treasures ores, and rare and ferocious beasts there are in the hunting ground, the stronger the tribe will be and the tribe residents will become stronger.
Based on this, they will chase the best hunting ground and the largest territory all the time.
Often, a tribe will grow and disperse into dozens or even hundreds of tribes, and then develop little by little. This is actually somewhat similar to the way of survival of the demon tribe. In the later stage, the resources of the ancient land are not enough to supply two tribes. After the clan's crazy seizure, the two clans began to fight, and the fight became more and more fierce.
Finally, it developed into a clan war and a struggle for clan destiny.
In the past, fights were all about stalemates and desperate fights on local battlefields. Ever since the Demon Clan mastered Zhou Tianxing Dou, the Wu Clan has basically been at a disadvantage.
Among the ten battles, six or seven battles will suffer heavy losses and heavy casualties.
However, if this is the case, there are so many warriors of the Wu clan, spread all over the wilderness like ants, that they are not afraid of death.
A group of people died, but they are regenerated, and the resources are still there, basically.
But things are different now.
On this day, the monster clan's star formation around the sky was completed, gathering star power all over the sky, forming a knot in the sky, and penetrating the monster clan in the world with boundless star power. Even the weakest ordinary monsters were instilled and blessed by the star power in the heaven without any cost. Under this, the strength is basically the same as that of a strong shaman warrior, not to mention the strength of many commanders, demon kings, and demon saints, all of which have increased several times.
The balance of power on the battlefield in the past was suddenly broken.
The demon army moved in all directions at the same time, and the stars fell like a torrential rain, attacking countless tribes where the witch tribe lived. In just half a day, large areas of tribes were wiped out, with rivers of blood flowing everywhere and corpses strewn across the fields.
The sound of wailing and screaming filled the air with fierceness and resentment.
This is a great calamity.
'It turns out that the previous disputes were just minor fights. This time, it can be called the first Lich Confrontation.'
Even if Yang Lin is on Crane Island, he can still feel the huge calamity brewing, murderous intent coming from the sky, murderous intent coming from the earth, the souls and bodies of the two dead demons and witches feed back the heaven and earth, and the vitality of the heaven and earth becomes At the same time, the rules and order became more perfect due to an invisible force.
'Order means control, balance...'
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Lin had a deeper understanding of God's will itself, as well as rules and order.
He knew that at this time, he was not the only one who was watching the battle in front of him and was shocked and frightened by the power of the "holy level" formation displayed by the demon clan.
If you don't become a saint, you will eventually become an ant.
Presumably, those people have already planted this idea in their hearts.
I don’t know if they also made up their minds at this moment to eliminate the most powerful races in the world and no longer allow forces that threaten their lives to appear.
Yang Lin secretly figured out the thoughts of Sanqing, Nuwa and their guide, and made some bold guesses about the intensification of the war between witches and witches in the future. At the same time, he also knew that once creatures like the witch clan were conquered, Pushed to the extreme, what a powerful force it will exert.
In fact, in the first all-out war between demons and witches, the demon clan was at a disadvantage and suffered a big loss.
The next development of things is not much different from the original trajectory.
When the Witch Tribe was withering away, with 30% to 40% damage, the Witch Temple was located in the center of the eastern part of the prehistoric continent.
Suddenly there was a shocking roar.
The entire ancient land trembled with a loud noise.
The stars shook, the earth cracked, and twelve giant figures with powerful momentum, holding the sky and stepping on the ground, appeared between the sky and the earth.
The endless evil energy from all directions roared and roared, gathering towards the twelve figures, forming a strange formation.
An indescribable, majestic giant shadow that covered the sky and the sun suddenly appeared between heaven and earth for no reason.
The phantom had a bright sun in its left eye and a bright moon in its right eye. It was bare-chested and holding an axe, with a grass skirt wrapped around its waist. The muscles around its body were bulging and its figure was slightly swaying. The outer formation of the star formation that filled the sky and the earth collapsed immediately.
Although Yang Lin had never seen this image before, just by looking at it, he felt his eyes sore and swollen, and he also had a hint of enlightenment in his heart.
'This is Pangu. '
'Last time, the incomplete formation of the Twelve Capital Gods and Evil Spirits, which was combined into the eyes of the sun and moon with the evil energy, was already astonishingly powerful; now, the ancestral witches have practiced the complete formation of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Evil Spirits, and it is really Can summon Pangu's shadow. '
No wonder Yang Lin was amazed.
In fact, the opponent is just a phantom, and its coercive momentum has slightly surpassed the Zhoutian Star Formation and has reached the holy level.
This is definitely a saint-level combat power.
Although it is a collection of twelve ancestral witches, united and connected by bloodline formations, it is still very impressive.
At this moment, Yang Lin was actually a little curious. He didn't know what the Sanqings were thinking when they saw that the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who were both direct descendants of Pangu, and who they usually looked down upon, had created such a huge formation. idea?
After the phantom appeared, the twelve ancestral witches' eyes glowed with coldness. Amidst the roaring shouts, their fighting spirit soared into the sky, and turned into twelve rays of light. They rushed straight into the phantom, turned into twelve nodes, and produced immeasurable light.
The shadow that was so huge that it could pick up the stars and suppress the world, at this moment, there was a faint light in the eyes. He looked down at his hands, feet and swollen arms, and suddenly looked up at the sky.
It seems that the starry sky above the sky is very uncomfortable.
Without hesitation, he held the ax and swung it diagonally into the sky.
Zira…
The starry sky curtain suddenly broke open, and a huge crack was torn from east to west.
As the ax light vibrates, power is transmitted.
Billions of demons, big and small, fell like a torrential rain.
Rain of blood flew, and the broken corpses fell rapidly. Thousands of miles, thousands of miles, hundreds of millions of miles... The mountains, rivers and seas were all covered in blood.
The stars in the sky dimmed for a moment at the same time.
The Zhoutian Xingdou Formation has already been overwhelmed.
Between heaven and earth, the evil spirit became three points heavier.
Rage filled the hearts of the two Lich clans.
Both sides were furious.
With the launch of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation, the upper hand that the demon clan originally had could no longer be maintained.
Emperor Jun roared angrily and had no choice but to order the three hundred and sixty-five demon gods to quickly gather the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation.
Gather the scattered power back, then condense it in the Demon Court Heavenly Palace, gather the power of all demons, and confront Pangu's true body formed by the combined efforts of the twelve ancestral witches.
Hetu Luoshu laid out the battlefield, covering the center of the ancient continent, and the star power of the Zhoutian Formation turned into the power of a saint, punishing like the way of heaven;
The bells of chaos are ringing loudly, facing the confrontation head-on.
Three hundred and sixty-five demon gods screamed at the same time.
The billions of weaklings from the two demon clans can no longer participate in the high-end battle except for cheering.
They could only see the indescribably huge giant, wielding a giant ax, heading straight into the heavenly light and shadow condensed by starlight. Under the impact again and again, the starlight became fainter and fainter, and the star formation began to collapse. There were demons and gods. Fallen.
As for the Demon Saint and Demon King, they were like dumplings. Under the frenzied attack of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they fell down and their souls were destroyed.
