A huge three-legged golden crow surrounds the Chaos Bell, and the blazing golden flames of the sun are burning, just like when it was first born.

"Fight!!!"

Similarly, the three-legged golden crow surrounded the Chaos Bell and crashed into the giant without hesitation.

The sky is falling apart.

In short, it is not enough to describe this impact.

Pangu’s true body disintegrated?

Right.

Is the Chaos Clock broken?

Right.

The prehistoric world was shattered into pieces after this impact?

Right.

Donghuang Taiyi fell, and the twelve ancestral witches suffered heavy casualties. Less than half of them might have survived. But even if they were lucky enough to survive, they still had to face the Saint who was silently accumulating power in the dark.

People...

Vast, infinite wilderness.

This piece of heaven and earth must eventually be given away.

No?

No way!

The mantis stalks the cicada, with the oriole behind. The ancestral witches who were lucky to survive without the blessing of Pangu's true body suffered heavy casualties, and the remaining ancestral witches who could no longer unite to form Pangu's true body, what can they do to fight with them again?

Where are the saints fighting?

Okay!
Chapter completed!