When the Ancestor Witches awoke, nearly a hundred years had already passed.
The moment they woke, countless questions filled their minds.
For no other reason than that they were currently inside Pangu Great Hall.
When Di Jiang sat up cross-legged, he looked at the familiar surroundings.
"Why are we here? Weren't we attacking the Demon Race?"
After saying that, the Ancestor Witches stared wide-eyed at one another, equally curious about what had happened.
Then Di Jiang thought of something.
"This is bad—the clan!"
If they had returned, then what about the battlefield?
Ever since they had activated the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation, they had forgotten everything.
They had no idea what had happened afterward.
They had secretly used this formation inside Pangu Great Hall before.
Nothing like this had ever happened, and they had no idea what had gone wrong this time.
The Sage had been present at the time. They had defied Hongjun so openly; he would surely seek revenge.
They began worrying about how the Witch Clan was doing.
They immediately rose and headed outside.
They were somewhat hurried, but as soon as they stepped out of Pangu Great Hall, they saw Xingtian standing outside the doors.
He held his shield and axe, watching the surroundings with extreme vigilance.
When the doors behind him opened, he instantly tensed and turned around.
When he saw all twelve Ancestor Witches walking out of the great hall, his eyes filled with delight.
"My lords of the Witch Clan, you've finally come out."
"We've been on edge for the past hundred years. You've finally emerged."
Hearing this, Di Jiang looked at Xingtian, his heart filled with urgency.
He immediately asked,
"Did anything happen to the clan?"
Xingtian scratched his head before answering.
"Nothing happened. We were just worried that something might