Even the Witch Clan far away on Buzhou Mountain harbored the same thoughts.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered in the Ancestor Witch Hall. Sensing the movements of the Demon Clan, Dijiang's six legs and four wings twitched slightly. "Rather than coming to trouble us, the Demon Clan is setting its sights on the Immortal Alliance?"
Zhurong burst into laughter. "Who cares who they fight? Better yet, let that brat East King Duke drag the Demon Clan down with him, so they won't come bothering us later!"
The other Ancestral Witches all voiced their agreement. Not a single one suggested intervening in this battle.
To them, the conflict between the Demon Clan and the Immortal Alliance was merely an opportunity to eliminate a potential opponent.
Only within the Immortal Alliance's main hall on East Sea Yingzhou Island was the atmosphere as heavy as ice.
East King Duke sat high in the chief seat, his face livid. He had naturally sensed the aura of the Demon Clan's army, and he understood that the Demon Clan would not have dared invade without sufficient confidence.
At that thought, he looked toward the people below the hall, his voice carrying suppressed fury.
"Time and again, I ordered that the Demon Clan was not to be provoked unless absolutely necessary. Who disobeyed my orders and repeatedly raided the Demon Clan's convoys transporting spiritual materials?!"
The hall fell deathly silent. Several Immortal Alliance elders who had acted without authorization lowered their heads, not daring to answer.
The Immortal Alliance had always been divided into numerous factions. Some were East King Duke's direct subordinates, while others were rogue immortal powerhouses with their own agendas.
Those earlier raids on the Demon Clan had been carried out in secret by some rogue immortals seeking to seize spiritual materials. Now, they