For a long time, the Wu Tribe and the Demon Tribe had been the overlords of the Untainted Land.
However, most people only had a vague idea of the specific strength of the Sorcerer Tribe.
This was because the Sorcerer Tribe had always lived in their own territory.
Moreover, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were so dazzling that many people subconsciously ignored the other combat forces of the Sorcerer Tribe.
However, in reality, the overall combat strength of the Sorcerer Tribe had already reached a terrifying level!
There were many Sorcerer Tribes, and almost every tribe had at least one Senior Sorcerer!
"Swish!""Swish!""Swish!"
Waves of air-piercing sounds rang out.
Tall figures flew towards the demon clan's array like cannonballs.
For almost every Sorcerer Tribe member, the most powerful weapon was their physical body!
Except for a few existences like the Great Wizard Hou Yi.
The most preferred fighting style of the other Wizard Tribes was always close combat.
"Rumble!"
Giant Sorcerer Tribe beings crashed down on the formation one after another, causing the entire Heavenly Cycle Stars Formation to tremble continuously.
" The Sorcerer Tribe, Wan Sheng!"
"These barbarians…He's actually so strong?" A greater demon looked at these terrifying giants with a pale face. He could not even stand steadily.
They had always regarded themselves as the main characters of the world, so they had always looked down on these barbarian Shamans.
However, the power of these barbarians was just like their reputation. They were so unreasonable!
Not to mention the Ancestors of Sorcery, every Senior Sorcerer's body was like a natural divine metal, indestructible.
Magical treasures and divine weapons were unable to cause any damage.
Even if it caused damage, it would recover in a short period of time!
"Dammit..." A great demon gritted his teeth and attacked the Great Shaman opposite him.
Their 360 great demons combined their powers as one.
In a head-on clash, he could mobilize more power than the Senior Magi on the other side.
However, this was the uncomfortable part. Even if his strength could crush it, he could not break through its defense!
In other words, it was unable to cause any meaningful harm.
The physical strength of the Wizard Race and their terrifying recovery ability made him a little tired.
"Hualala!"
All of a sudden, the sound of rushing water could be heard in the sky.
"Hahahaha! Demon race! Die!" A python-headed, black-scaled Gong Gong descended from the sky.
The endless stream of water lifted him up as if he was sitting on a throne.
"Don't even think about it!" Ghost Chariot, who was wearing a black feather cloak, rose into the sky and rushed towards Gong Gong.
"A mere demon god wants to stop me?" Gong Gong's smile was cold and cruel,"
"Just because Zhurong can be stopped doesn't mean that I can!”
As the two of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery who disliked each other the most, Zhurong and Gonggong didn't hesitate to belittle each other.
He directly waved his hand and directed the endless stream of water that was like a king sun to crash into the grand array. Then, it rushed straight towards Ghost Chariot!
"Bang!"
A dull collision sound resounded through the sky. The tall giant's body collided with the figure surrounded by ghost qi.
"Cough…" Gui Che's face turned pale, but he didn't vomit blood like Yingzhao.
His cultivation was one of the best among the ten Yao Gods, much stronger than Yingzhao.
Of course, compared to Gong Gong, who was a true Quasi-Saint of the Wu Tribe, he was still far from being a true Quasi-Saint.
If not for the support of the array formation, his body might have collapsed from the collision just now!
"Hahaha! You're quite interesting!" Gong Gong laughed cruelly while swinging his fists down.
Like Zhurong, he had no intention of using water-fire divine powers.
Both of them were venting their violence to their heart's content!
Although the members of the Sorcerer Tribe were all good at physical strength, they would not give up on using their Great Dao Divine Powers.
Only Gonggong and Zhurong, the two most irritable people, would use pure violence to fight like this.
Otherwise, the Sky Pillar of Buzhou Mountain wouldn't have been knocked down because of the conflict between them.
Of course, this was also the reason why they were stopped by the two Yao Gods.
Otherwise, two Demon Gods would not be able to stop the two Ancestors of Sorcery when they unleashed their full combat strength.
"If you want to go over, you have to go through me first!”Gui Che gritted his teeth. Demonic energy and ghostly qi swept through his body. Nine heads appeared behind him.
"Then pick it up!" Gong Gong laughed while smashing down with his fan-like hands.
Like Zhurong, his eyes had a certain light of enjoyment.
To them, this battle was not like a battle. It was more like a game that was hard to come by.
"Xi Li Li-"
Suddenly, a continuous drizzle fell from the sky.
When the rain fell on the array, it looked soft and powerless.
However, all the great demons felt a bone-chilling cold, and some even shuddered!
One had to know that they were great demons!
Not to mention the fact that they were immune to cold and heat, water, fire, hot, and cold in the general sense had already lost their meaning to them!
Only divine items like the True Samadhi Fire and the weak water would affect them!
"What kind of rain is this…" A great demon stood on the spot, his voice trembling as he looked at the sky in disbelief.
Not only him, but the other great demons also noticed this.
Something was wrong with this rain!
It was too bone-piercing!
Bai Ze frowned and looked at the sky.""Ancestral Wizard Xuanming…"
Among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery of the Sorcerer Tribe, the most troublesome one wasn't the Space Ancestor of Sorcery, Di Jiang.
It was not the strange Candle Dragon that could see through time.
It was the Ancestor of Sorcery who grasped the seemingly unremarkable Great Dao of Rain, Xuan Ming!
Of course, it could also be regarded as the Ancestor of Sorcery of Ice.
No matter what, this great Dao should be a subsidiary of Gong Gong's great Dao of water.
However, Xuan Ming was the one with the highest cultivation among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery!
In the void, the Mysterious Underworld being in an ice-blue feather robe stared at the Demon Race's formation quietly. His expression was like a frozen ice that would not melt for ten thousand years.
This continuous drizzle contained the Dao runes of rain.
It was like dripping water piercing through a rock.
As long as it continued to fall, the 360 great demons that formed the Heavenly Cycle Stars Array would all be obliterated!
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