Gonggong shook his head: "Paths differ, we won't be allies. Since you're insistent on fighting, I'll accompany you."

Houtu's beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows slanted upwards, and the corner of her mouth held a cold smile.

"You're not qualified enough, why don't you all come at me together?"

After Houtu spoke, she raised her left hand slanting upwards, and an immense cyclone of True Qi formed out of thin air, with the faint sound of a dragon's chant echoing in the air.

A dragon-shaped cyclone coiled around Houtu's body, and an aura of grand majesty erupted from her being.

At this, Gonggong was startled, exclaiming in shock.

"You... your Pangu True Scripture has already reached the fifth level!"

Houtu giggled: "Regretting it now? It's too late for that."

As she spoke, her body whirled up like a storm, dashing forward with thunderous force as a dragon-shaped True Qi emerged from her palm out of nowhere.

The dragon-shaped True Qi was vivid and lifelike, condensed to the point of solidity, and lunged at Gonggong.

Gonggong gritted his teeth, and a True Martial Qi Energy activated from his palm, forming a cyclone in an instant, blasting towards Houtu's dragon-shaped True Qi like a cannon.

Bang!

With a muffled sound akin to thunder, Gonggong cried out, staggering backward with blood seeping at the corner of his mouth.

"Hm, Water God Gonggong, is that all you have?"

Houtu snorted, waving her hand to send the dragon-shaped True Qi not retracting, slithering like a python toward Tian Wu, who was nearest to Gonggong.

Tian Wu saw her fierce approach and dared not confront it head-on, retreating backward.

Yet, the dragon-shaped True Martial Qi Energy moved as swiftly as lightning, reaching Tian Wu's face in an instant.

Bang!

In haste, Tian Wu extended his palm to resist, only to hear a muffled thud, sending his body, like a broken kite, flying backward from Houtu's dragon force.

"All you Witch Kings, I invite you to join in."

Houtu, having defeated two consecutively, giggled, as the dragon-shaped True Qi spiraled and danced, launching consecutive attacks on the other Witch Kings.

The other Witch Kings, seeing Houtu's tremendous might, rose with divine might, strenuously resisting the powerful Dragon-shaped True Qi from Houtu.

Bang, bang, bang bang bang!

Successive muffled sounds rang out one after another, as True Martial Cyclones clashed and exploded, a hurricane-like wave spreading around.

Amidst the muffled groans, three or four Witch Kings were staggered back by Houtu's Pangu True Martial Qi, her laughter crisp and clear.

Gonggong gritted his teeth, lunging at Houtu again.

The other Witch Kings did not expect that after not seeing Houtu for years, she had become so formidable.

No longer holding back, fearing the past efforts would be futile, everyone gritted their teeth and attacked Houtu fiercely together.

Boom!

Seven or eight True Martial Qi Energies collided with Houtu's dragon-shaped True Qi.

Houtu groaned, staggering back with blood at the corners of her mouth.

No matter how formidable Houtu was, facing eight True Martial Qi Energy experts simultaneously was extraordinary, finally repelling Houtu's assault.

Zhu Rong and Ju Mang exchanged a glance, joining the battle together, standing in front of Houtu.

At this juncture, no one spoke of tribal loyalty anymore; differing ideals and beliefs turned fellow tribespeople into mortal enemies.

Zhu Rong and Ju Mang were immediately surrounded by eight Witch Kings, taking deadly strikes, and were soon unable to hold up.

Seeing Zhu Rong and Ju Mang struggling to hold on, Houtu let out a long howl, dashing forward, striking Xuan Ming with a palm, sending him tumbling.

Xuan Ming and She Bishi, seeing the dire situation, abandoned Zhu Rong and Ju Mang, charging at Houtu together.

In an instant, the entire Temple was in chaos, with True Martial Qi Energies clashing, shaking the Temple slightly.

Occasionally, muffled groans were heard as experts staggered backward, then fiercely surged back.

The Old Witch Master's tears streamed down, his lips quivering, shaking his hand repeatedly.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, we are all of the same tribe, why must we kill each other?"

Bang!

Gonggong was struck by Houtu's dragon-shaped True Qi, staggering back.

His eyes blazed with fire, refusing to retreat, instead charging forward with lethal intent!

At that moment, a cold sensation ran down Gonggong's spine, mixed with a sharp pain.

A chill liquid, snake-like, seeped into Gonggong's skin.

Gonggong was startled, turning around, catching only a glimpse of a dull, gray figure darting through the air, leaving a blurred shadow.

This figure continually attacked the Witch Kings in the Temple amidst the battle.

"Beware, an attack!"

Gonggong shouted, only to see each Witch King standing still, no longer moving.

The most frightening thing for Gonggong was that his own voice was cut off halfway as a chilly sensation enveloped his throat, freezing his muscles.

Subsequently, Gonggong found that not only his throat but his entire body was overtaken by the cold, unable to move even a tendon.

He felt like a tree suddenly stripped of life, though his mind remained clear, his body was utterly motionless.

Gonggong was utterly alarmed, using every ounce of his Essence Qi, yet could not move even a pinky finger.

Though unable to move, Gonggong's eyes remained exceptionally clear.

Three or four gray figures surrounded the still-standing Witch Kings, attacking.

They wore black cloaks and masks, only revealing a pair of fierce eyes.

Their black figures moved mysteriously, with each move and strike being extremely cunning, yet swift as lightning.

Not far away, Tian Wu stood frozen like Gonggong, with an injector stabbed into his lower back.

The injector contained a bright liquid, now infused into Tian Wu's body.

Gonggong didn't need to think to know that he was now subdued by these black-garbed individuals, just like Tian Wu.

The only hope lay on the not yet fallen Witch Kings.

"Hmph, who are you people? Our Wu Clan's affairs are not yours to meddle in!"

Behind Gonggong came the reproachful voice of Houtu, the palm wind howling, with rumbling like thunder in the air.

Gonggong was somewhat reassured, as Houtu was originally the weakest among the Twelve Witch Kings.

Yet her years of cultivation in the Pangu True Scripture had elevated her martial arts strength to the top among the kings.

As long as Houtu remained standing, there might be a turning point.

Four extremely mysterious figures, of unknown mastery, moved with indescribable speed.

Gonggong could tell by ear alone that the speed of the four easily surpassed his own.

Houtu, rising to resist, was the only remaining out of the Twelve Witch Kings still standing, while the four shadows encircled her like flashes of lightning.

Bang!

At this moment, a figure crashed over from a distance, landing right in front of Houtu.

The onlookers saw that person's hair was silver-white, with blood gushing from the corners of his mouth, furrowed wrinkles squeezing tightly together in pain.

This person was none other than the Old Witch Master!

At this sight, Houtu was greatly startled, enduring a strike from the black-clothed individuals, dashing to support the Old Witch Master.

"Grandfather, how are you? Are you hurt?"

The Old Witch Master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shaking his head.

"I'm fine, what powerful Immortal Race!"

"What, they're from the Immortal Race?"

Houtu was taken aback, her face changing expression.

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