"Daluo's..."
The opening words had yet to be spoken when a violent force from afar tore the heavens asunder, scattering the flowing clouds across the sky. A primal and desolate aura surged through the entire Primordial Land.
"Brothers, my Witch Clan will never surrender!"
It sounded like a dragon's roar, yet also like the furious shout of a stalwart man.
At this moment, Nezha could no longer afford to think about anything else. With a loud thud, he stood up and rushed outside the Golden Turtle Island, fully exerting his eyesight to scan the current state of the Heavenly Court.
Only to see the Power of Time converging wildly; a Pangu's Body traversing time appeared, echoing the previous roar with an earth-shaking bellow, before directly swinging an axe toward the Palace of the Polestar in the Heavenly Court.
The Witch Clan will punish the heavens!
Such was the resolve carried by this embodiment of Pangu's will.
