Can't Stand This Lousy Jie Sect Anymore Chapter 642 - 488: Witch Slaying Sword and Slaughter Demon B

Pangu Hall, towering into the clouds with a grandiose flair, its architectural style bold and simple, distinctly characteristic of the Witch Clan.

The entire hall spans tens of thousands of zhang, imposing and majestic, with an air of solemnity and intimidation.

The massive doors loom like a resting dragon, with a surging aura emitting an inviolable majesty.

Within the hall, space is vast, with giant beast-headed torches on the walls casting an eerie grey light. Around the walls, exquisite stone carvings depict the robust Ancestor Witch patterns, peculiar in shape, as if gazing at all who enter.

Standing here, one can almost feel the startling strength flowing through the Ancestor Witches.

In this solemn hall, eleven Ancestor Witches sit on their thrones with piercing eyes, every move exuding an unparalleled powerful aura.

They grasp the fate of the entire Witch Clan, paving the way for their people toward infinite possibilities.

Currently, the hall is exceptionally quiet, with only the Ancestor Witches' deep voices echoing, involuntarily invoking a sense of reverence among the Great Witches present.

These Great Witches dare not make the slightest noise, for fear of disturbing the Ancestor Witches before them.

They know that the Ancestor Witches are jointly crafting a legendary supre Witch Tool—the Slaughter Demon Banner.

This treasure is of the utmost importance!

It can even be said to bear the future of the Witch Clan, being the key to whether the clan can defend itself against the massive invasion of the Demon Clan!

At the mont, the firelight in the hall casts the Ancestor Witches' silhouettes as hazy and mystical, invoking an involuntary sense of awe.

Beside the furnace, the Ancestor Witches chant spells in low voices, holding mysterious Divine Materials in their hands, their skills as fluid as a superb dance.

Their faces are filled with seriousness and determination, as if struggling for the future of the entire tribe.

Near the furnace, a feathered ornant sways, twinkling with the Ancestor Witches' deep chanting, catching one's eye.

The feathers sway as if to the rhythm of life itself, majestic and solemn.

Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus, Naless Grass, toad gall... After countless days and nights of searching, the Ancestor Witches had finally gathered all the necessary materials.

They carefully add them into the furnace, followed by a mysterious crimson liquid.

So peculiar is this liquid that even without a shred of light, one glimpse of it sends shivers down the spine, a naless fear.

That crimson liquid is the Saint Blood extracted from the Human Race's Essence Blood after the Witch and Demon Clans slaughtered the Human Race en masse!

Though billions of the Human Race were killed to refine just a wisp of Saint Blood, it was more than enough for the crafting of their Slaughter Demon Banner!

Gradually, the fierce furnace emitted an intense, irresistible heat, fusing all the materials into a tumultuous liquid.

With a "gulp" sound, the liquid in the furnace churned, displaying an unusual color: red, black, and gold intertwined and entwined.

Propelled by the Ancestor Witches' spell-chanting, the furnace roared with flas reaching for the sky, baking the boiling liquid to its pinnacle, as Spiritual Power seed to be activated, igniting everything around in a magnificent and grandiose display.

A powerful surge of Spiritual Energy rose within the fla-like fierce flas, then coalesced into a splendid Banner.

At this mont, the Ancestor Witches released both the cold energy crowned with frost spikes and the erupting power of Taiyang into the Slaughter Demon Banner, refining it to perfection.

The process lasted an unknown length of ti.

Perhaps three to five years, maybe thirty to fifty years, or even three to five hundred years...

Nevertheless, such a Slaughter Demon Banner, imbued with mysterious Mana, finally descended in the anticipated Buzhou Mountain's Pangu Hall, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Emperor Jiang Ancestor Witch stared intently at the Slaughter Demon Banner, his body trembling slightly, with occasional shouts from his mouth, as if calling upon the world to be shaken by this divine weapon.

With a light beckoning, the furnace fire in the hall vanished in an instant, and in his hand appeared a black banner—the Slaughter Demon Banner.

In that mont, a soul-piercing chill perated the entire hall.

A dark, suffocating energy radiated from Pangu Hall through the dark glow, rendering the space breathless.

The night did not ravage, and the stars shimred, as though celebrating the birth of a supre Witch Treasure! ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ N0veI.Fiɾe

"The ti to strike back has co!"

Emperor Jiang Ancestor Witch, holding the Slaughter Demon Banner, declared with high spirits, "It's ti for us to ascend to the Heavenly Court and utterly bury that nonsensical Demon Clan!"

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Above the thirty-three skies, the Demon Clan Heavenly Court is surrounded by mountain ranges and enveloped in mist.

The majestic palaces are scattered across the Immortal Islands, blending seamlessly with Heaven and Earth.

Walking through the Heavenly Court, the sound of the breeze is like a rhythmic lody, comforting and peaceful.

The sight of Immortal Island and Divine Mountain is a common view in the Heavenly Court, and each Heavenly Palace shines with diverse, srizing lights, overwhelming the senses.

On one side of the Heavenly Court, there is a massive Demon Emperor Hall. Not far from the Demon Emperor Hall, flowers bloom like brocades, with roses and lush green leaves soaking up the sunlight and emitting a faint fragrance.

On a sumr afternoon, sunlight filters through the leaves, casting the Demon Emperor Hall in an even more beautiful light.

The sky deepens to a dark blue, and a red Taiyang slowly rises, its rays illuminating the entire hall, making the scenery of the Demon Clan Heavenly Court even more enchantingly beautiful.