If she did not take this step, reincarnation could never be established.
Judging solely by the strength the Demon Race had displayed, they did indeed hold a slight advantage over the Witch Race.
Especially now that Dijun had broken through to the Sub-Saint realm, his combat power far surpassed that of ordinary Quasi-Saints. The gap was far from insignificant.
Even if the Witch Race could set up the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation, their opponents had the Grand Formation of the Stars to contend against it...
Once they lost the battle, what awaited the Witch Race would likely be the calamity of extinction.
Her heart trembled slightly. At last, she understood what that lingering premonition had been pointing to, and why Tongtian had said those things.
In an instant, her thoughts became a tangled mess.
Two paths lay ahead, yet advancing or retreating was equally difficult.
After a long silence, she pressed her lips tightly together.
Deep down, she was unwilling to bow her head.
The Witch Race had been born from chaos and fought beneath heaven and earth. When had they ever feared anyone? When had they ever begged anyone for help?
Yet reason whispered in her ear: Taking a step back was not necessarily cowardice. It was to preserve a spark for the race.
Only then could the Witch Race avoid being completely severed.
She slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, all hesitation had vanished from her gaze.
Taking a deep breath, the power within her surged. She forcibly expelled most of her essence blood, her body swaying as her face suddenly turned deathly pale. Then she turned to the person beside her.
"Please keep this essence blood safe for me, Saint."
She had already made her decision.
Choose? She did not need to