Rebuilding Terra

Hou Tu, the great god-like existence in the Wu clan, with her deep compassion for the world like an endless ocean, and her determination as firm as steel, and extraordinary, she went through countless hardships and obstacles, and finally successfully created the mysterious and extremely powerful six reincarnations. When the mysterious and powerful six reincarnations officially began to operate at that specific moment, it was like a thunder that shook the world, and the whole prehistoric world seemed to be deeply touched and trembled violently at that moment. Every mountain, river, and every mysterious corner seemed to be able to feel the impact of the mysterious power from the six reincarnations.

Hou Tu also succeeded in becoming a respected saint because of this feat that was recorded in the history of prehistoric times. However, it was as if the god of fate quietly turned the wheel of fate at this time, and the turning point of fate also surged like a surging tide. From then on, it was as if a mysterious and majestic law had descended, and there was a strict restriction that one could not leave the underworld unless there was a great disaster.

The witch clan, a powerful race that has been full of wild power since ancient times and seems to have emerged from the chaos of the wilderness, has always relied on the powerful strength of the twelve witch ancestors who are like the gods of war in the wilderness to firmly occupy a vital position in this vast and mysterious world of the wilderness. Each of the twelve witch ancestors seems to be a unique legendary existence, each with amazing magical powers. Some of them can control fire, and the fire seems to burn everything in the world; some can control floods, and the floods seem to have the power to overturn the world; some can control the strong wind, and wherever the strong wind goes, it is a mess.

Each of them possessed the power to completely destroy the heaven and earth. The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was the supreme killing formation inherited by the Wu Clan from ancient times, like a peerless divine weapon hidden in the darkness. Once this formation was used, it had the mysterious power to summon the terrifying Pangu phantom. The Pangu phantom was tall and majestic, like an unshakable ancient sacred mountain, holding the giant axe of creation, as if carrying the purest and most powerful divine power from the ancient prehistoric times. Once that power was released, it was enough to change the color of the entire prehistoric world, as if the heaven and earth would surrender to this power.

But as Hou Tu was trapped in the mysterious underworld because of her achievement of the status of a true saint, the Twelve Ancestral Witches lost a crucial member, just like a dazzling star suddenly missing from the bright starry sky. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the entire Witch Clan, like a bolt from the blue. The blow was like a sudden storm, shrouding the entire Witch Clan in a haze. However, the brave and fearless warriors of the Witch Clan did not get discouraged, nor did they lower their proud heads in the face of this heavy blow. They were like steel warriors who would never yield, and the fighting spirit in their hearts was still like a blazing flame.

They began to carefully search for suitable replacements among the many powerful witches. Although these witches were slightly inferior to the twelve witch ancestors in terms of strength, they also possessed a steel-like tenacious fighting spirit and amazing power. Their eyes flashed with a firm light, as if announcing their determination to the whole world.

After a careful selection process like carefully carving a work of art, and a hard training full of sweat and hardship, a group of great witches who had been carefully selected were finally selected to replace the key position left vacant by Hou Tu. Although the effect of this newly formed lineup when performing the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was somewhat worse than that of the original complete lineup of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they still successfully summoned the tall and majestic Pangu phantom with their indomitable spirit and concerted efforts. The phantom of Pangu appeared in the sky again, holding the giant axe of creation, as if an ancient god had descended to the world. The tall and majestic figure seemed to carry an indescribable sacred aura, which greatly boosted the spirits of the entire witch clan, and filled their hearts with endless excitement and pride.

The demon clan, as another equally powerful and mysterious force in the prehistoric world, naturally did not want to show weakness on this magnificent prehistoric stage. They possessed the mysterious and elusive Zhoutian Star Array. This array was based on the power of the stars that were as bright as gemstones in the sky. Each star power seemed to contain endless mysteries and powerful and frightening lethality. When the demon clan learned that the witch clan had summoned the frightening Pangu phantom again and noticed that the witch clan had signs of provoking war again, they quickly prepared for the battle like warriors about to go to war. Every demon warrior was rubbing his hands, with the flame of battle flashing in his eyes.

The dark clouds of the war between the witches and liches were like heavy black clouds, slowly covering the vast expanse of the ancient continent again. Both sides were like warriors about to fight a life-and-death battle, making careful preparations in a tense atmosphere. Every warrior seemed to have a drum beating in his heart, full of tension and expectation, as if he was about to embark on a journey full of unknowns and dangers.

Finally, on a day when the wind howled like an angry dragon, the thrilling war between witches and demons began again. The warriors of the witch clan wore wild animal skins and held various weapons that exuded powerful power. Their eyes were burning with the flames of battle that seemed to burn everything to ashes. The flames contained their desire for victory and their fearlessness of the enemy. With the mysterious and powerful power of the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons Formation, they rushed towards the well-prepared camp of the demon clan like a surging and unstoppable torrent of steel. The phantom of Pangu stood behind the warriors of the witch clan like an unshakable mountain, bringing them endless courage and indestructible confidence, as if as long as the phantom of Pangu was there, they would be fearless.

The demon tribe also did not flinch, like a group of steel guards holding their ground. They quickly activated the mysterious and powerful Zhoutian Xingdou formation. In the sky, the power of the bright stars began to gather rapidly like a rushing river. The dazzling and dazzling lights intertwined together, as if weaving into a huge and mysterious magic network, forming a formation full of mysterious power. Under the strict protection of this formation, the warriors of the demon tribe were ready to fight, with a firm light in their eyes, ready to meet the surging attack of the witch tribe.

When the huge and fierce armies of both sides collided like two surging tides, the entire prehistoric world seemed to be violently shaken at that moment. It was as if the whole world was trembling for this earth-shaking war. The shouts of killing were like surging waves, one after another; the screams were like sharp arrows, piercing people's eardrums; the roars of spells were like thunder, constantly exploding in the sky. These sounds intertwined together, playing a tragic and tragic war symphony, as if telling the whole world the cruelty and intensity of this war.

The warriors of the Wu Clan, with their strong bodies like steel and their tenacious fighting spirit like an everlasting flame, were like an indestructible torrent of steel, constantly attacking the seemingly solid defenses of the Demon Clan. They wielded their powerful weapons, and each attack was as powerful as if it could destroy everything, forcing the warriors of the Demon Clan to retreat one after another in front of this powerful impact, as if they could not withstand the impact of this force.

The demon clan, relying on the mysterious and powerful power released by the Zhoutian Xingdou formation, continuously released various dazzling and powerful spells. The power of the stars turned into rays of light like sharp arrows, shooting at the warriors of the witch clan at an extremely fast speed. The two sides fought back and forth, neither giving in, as if two beasts were caught in a life-and-death duel, trying their best to defeat each other.

When the battle entered the most critical moment, the phantom of Pangu once again played a huge and crucial role. It wielded the axe that seemed to be able to split the sky and the earth, and every swing carried a devastating force that seemed to be able to destroy the entire world. That force was like a raging tsunami, impacting the demon clan's Zhoutian Xingdou formation. In the face of this powerful and frightening force, the demon clan's Zhoutian Xingdou formation also began to fluctuate like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake. The fluctuations were like ripples on the water, constantly spreading outward.

However, the demons did not give up easily. Like tenacious warriors, they still held their ground in the face of adversity. They constantly adjusted the mysterious Zhoutian Xingdou formation, trying to find a way to effectively deal with the powerful Pangu phantom. The wise men of the demons began to concentrate on studying the changes in the formation. Their wise eyes stared closely at every detail of the formation, trying to find a possible flaw.

As the battle continued like a ruthless flame, the casualties on both sides continued to rise like numbers. The blood was like a torrential rain, dyeing the originally barren land red, as if covering the land with a red cloak. The corpses piled up like a mountain, like silent hills, telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. But neither side had the slightest intention of retreating, and it seemed that there was a flame burning in their hearts that would never go out. They all firmly believed that they could achieve the final victory, and they were fighting tenaciously for their beliefs and honor.

On the Wu Clan side, the selected great witches gritted their teeth, as firm as steel. They desperately maintained the normal operation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. They knew very well that as long as the formation did not collapse, the Wu Clan still had hope of winning. Their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat, but their eyes were still full of determination and unyielding.

In this fierce and cruel war, every moment seems to be full of endless variables and challenges, and the fate of both sides is constantly swinging and intertwined in the flames and smoke of war...