You finally understood!
You finally saw through the Two Sages of the West's poisonous scheme!
You had taken this crucial step forward!
The heavy pressure in Houtu's heart finally eased a little.
She took a deep breath, sweeping her gaze over every Ancestral Witch. Her voice carried the clarity of clouds parting to reveal the sun, guiding them onward.
"So... do you understand what needs to be done now?"
"What needs to be done?"
Di Jiang asked almost instinctively.
The fury in his eyes had yet to subside, but there was now even more bewilderment after being struck by the cruel truth, along with an urgent desire to find a way out.
The other Ancestral Witches also turned to Houtu.
They were used to solving problems with their fists, but when their fists themselves were part of the trap, they had completely lost their direction.
Houtu's voice was resolute, carrying a decision that brooked no doubt. "A truce! The first thing we must do is make peace with the Demon Race!"
She looked around at them, her tone filled with a sharp challenge.
"Are we really going to continue this meaningless war for the sake of the Two Sages of the West, who deceived and exploited us, intending to bury our entire Witch Race?"
"Are we truly going to march on the Demon Court and the Sun Star, destroy Di Jun and Tai Yi, and personally push our own Witch Race into that dead end, where Saint Nuwa will settle accounts with us and we will never recover?"
"A truce?!"
Those two words were like thunder, exploding once more in the hearts of the Ancestral Witches, whose fury had just been ignited by the deception of the Two Sages of the West!
Zhu Rong was the first to widen his