Chapter 1291: Chapter 561: Pangu Divine Temple, Pangu Consciousness!

Northern Continent, the desolate land known to the world as Exiled Land.

If you ask the two tribes trapped within it whether they desire to escape, the answer is undoubtedly yes.

Being exiled to this continent, not to mention having their path of cultivation severed, even basic survival is incredibly difficult.

Since the Witch-Demon War ended, countless Primordial Meetings have quietly slipped by in the long years.

The Demon Clan, always known for its reproductive ability, now has barely over 40 billion members.

From this, it’s easy to imagine how barren this land is and how severe the living conditions are.

If given the chance to leave, they would have no hesitation or delay.

The Witch Clan is no exception.

"Who are you? Why have you intruded into our Witch Clan tribe?"

A thunderous shout, like a sudden clap of thunder on a clear day, shattered the silence of the tribe.

A towering Witch Clan warrior, standing ten thousand feet tall, strode forward with steady and powerful steps, his eyes fixed intently on Zhao Feng, full of vigilance and questioning.

This shout seemed like an invisible command, instantly making the atmosphere in the entire Witch Clan tribe tense and on edge.

All the tribesmen of the Witch Clan awakened in an instant, lifting their heads in unison, their gazes directed at Zhao Feng suspended in the void.

In each of their eyes burned the flame of hostility, their bodies taut like arrows on the verge of being shot, filled with alertness.

Zhao Feng’s appearance was far too abrupt, without any warning.

Moreover!

The aura emanating from his body was as deep as the sea, making it difficult for others to fathom his true strength.

Yet!

How could the Witch Clan retreat in the face of the unknown and the powerful?

The warriors of the Witch Clan have always battled against the heavens and the earth, never knowing what fear is, even though they’ve been exiled to this Northern Continent, their hearts always burn with fearless blood.

"Compared to the flourishing of the ancient times, the current strength of the Witch Clan has been reduced by more than ninety percent."

"Among the entire clan, there is only one Great Witch at the Quasi-Saint level, and less than fifty Daluo Realm experts."

"The situation of the Demon Clan is practically no different."

"In this Northern Continent, the two tribes are truly exhausted and severely depleted." Zhao Feng thought with a hint of lament.

However, Zhao Feng did not dwell too much on these thoughts. Coming to his senses, he looked down at the Witch Clan gathering below, had a thought, and chose not to use his Gang Yuan Power but directly unleashed his bloodline power.

In an instant!

An ancient and overwhelming force, with Zhao Feng at its center, wildly spread towards the entire Witch Clan tribe.

This power was entirely different from ordinary power of realm; it originated from Zhao Feng’s innate Pangu bloodline power.

At this moment, in the eyes of all the Witch Clan tribesmen, Zhao Feng seemed like a blazing sun suddenly rising, its radiance so dazzling that they couldn’t look directly at it.

The intense pressure of the bloodline, like Mount Tai crushing down, left them no room for thought or resistance.

Under the merciless suppression of this bloodline power, all the tribesmen in the Witch Clan tribe were subjected to an unprecedented impact.

Expressions of pain and struggle appeared on their faces, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Starting with the weakest member of the Witch Clan, one after another, they all uncontrollably fell to their knees.

They simply couldn’t withstand this bloodline power at all.

Even Jiufeng, as a Great Witch of the clan, despite being far more powerful than anyone in the current Witch Clan, was unable to resist under this bloodline power. Her body trembled slightly, her eyes full of disbelief.

In the end.

She, too, had to submit to this overwhelming bloodline pressure and slowly knelt down.

At this moment.

The way all the Witch Clan looked at Zhao Feng had completely changed.

It was no longer the initial hostility and vigilance, but was now filled with shock, awe, and confusion.

"How is this possible?"

"Such a powerful bloodline power, even stronger than the ancestral witches’ bloodline of the past."

Staring at Zhao Feng in the void, Jiufeng’s face was full of astonishment.

Even she, as a Great Witch of the Witch Clan, having weathered countless storms, was completely puzzled by this sudden situation.

How could there still be an existence with such terrifying bloodline power in this world?

Moreover, Jiufeng was quite certain that she had never seen this person before.

At the moment Zhao Feng pushed his bloodline power to its peak, the Pangu Divine Temple that exuded an endless ancient aura seemed to be called by some mysterious force.

A soft and mysterious halo slowly emerged within the temple, radiating ripple after ripple.

This halo gleamed with strange brilliance, as if inviting Zhao Feng to enter.

"Could it be that the consciousness of the Pangu God still lingers within the Pangu Divine Temple?"

Seeing the change in the temple, Zhao Feng’s eyes suddenly lit up with anticipation.

Thereupon.

Zhao Feng, with a thought, gradually withdrew his bloodline power.

The overwhelming pressure that enveloped the entire Witch Clan tribe, like clouds pressing down, also quickly dissipated like a tide.

At this moment, those Witch Clan tribesmen no longer dared to harbor any hostility towards Zhao Feng.

In the traditional belief of the Witch Clan, bloodline is revered, a faith ingrained in their very bones.

The bloodline power exhibited by Zhao Feng had surpassed the limits of their understanding, reaching the pinnacle of the Witch Clan’s bloodline.

In their eyes, Zhao Feng was no longer a mere stranger who suddenly intruded, but a noble being belonging to their same lineage.

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