Di Jiang's roar exploded through Pangu Hall.
It then became a surging torrent, bursting out of the great hall and sweeping across the entire ancestral land of Buzhou Mountain.
At astonishing speed, it spread to every Witch Race tribe throughout the Prehistoric World.
The Witch Race boiled over!
The witch blood surging through the bodies of the billions of Witch Race warriors who had just withdrawn from the brutal front lines had yet to cool, and the instinct to fight still stirred restlessly in their bones and muscles.
Their sudden halt was like a raging flood crashing against an invisible dam. The stifled frustration and confusion with nowhere to vent nearly tore their chests apart.
They were used to charging, slaughtering, destroying. Now that they had abruptly fallen silent, every sinew and bone in their bodies ached and itched, leaving them so irritable they nearly went mad.
"Why stop?!"
"The Demon Race's feathered beasts are right before us—why aren't we killing our way over?!"
"This is suffocating! Too damn suffocating!"
Countless Great Witches roared and demanded answers within their respective tribes.
Massive battle axes and stone pillars smashed viciously into the ground, sending dust billowing into the sky.
They could not understand the Ancestral Witches' decision. All they felt was a wicked fire burning in their chests.
Then, earth-shattering news exploded amid the suppressed Witch Race army like a spark dropped into boiling oil!
"Have you heard? It was those two bald donkeys from the West! They set this poisonous scheme!"
"What? Them?"
"That's right! They secretly stirred things up, trying to push both our Witch Race and the Demon Race into irredeemable ruin so they could reap the rewards and seize the entire Prehistoric World!"
"No wonder! No wonder the Ancestral Witches suddenly ordered a ceasefire and withdrawal! So