The blood pool in the deep sea boiled like a crucible, and the true forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches burst through the waves. Gonggong's single eye spewed out the divine fiend Qi of the Capital of Heaven, Jumang's arms were wrapped in the roots of the Jianmu Tree, and Xuanming was surrounded by drifting bone-erroding ice crystals. As each Ancestral Witch strode across the waves, a hundred miles of the sea instantly froze and vaporized, and the ruins of the Dragon Palace collapsed in the cycle of extreme cold and scorching heat. Nezha's Wind and Fire Wheels crushed Xuanming's breath, and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire upon the wheels was actually frozen into ice sculptures. The Black Lotus seized the moment to devour the cold fiend Qi, and frost patterns of the Wu Clan condensed on the surface of the Lotus Platform.
"Eight-Nine Profound Art, open!" Yang Jian's silver blood stained his Three-pointed Double-edged Blade red as the blade expanded a hundredfold and slashed toward Gonggong. The Ancestral Witch raised a hand to block the edge, and the Wu runes on his palm actually devoured the essence of the silver blood. The Xiaotian Hound leaped up to bite Gonggong's earring, but the moment its canine teeth touched it, the earring detonated three hundred Yin lightning bolts, blasting the divine hound a thousand zhang away. An illusion of Pangu's spine rose from the blood pool, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches chanted in unison, their world-destroying Wu curse condensing into solid…
Chapter 39