The hall was filled with fervor, and many Demon Gods and Demon Commanders had their killing intent ignited by this immense temptation.
Three isolated core Ancestral Witches—this was practically fat delivered straight to their mouths!
If they could swallow them whole, the tide of the Witch-Demon War would reverse in an instant!
Di Jun's Three Corpse Body remained silent. Deep within his golden pupils, an emperor's calculations clashed fiercely with his killing intent.
Kun Peng's proposal struck straight at the heart of the matter. It was irresistibly tempting!
If they could eliminate Houtu, Xuanming, and Zhu Jiuyin in one stroke, it would be an absolutely devastating blow to the Witch Race!
Houtu in particular had no tainted aura about her and was unaffected by corruption. She was an even greater threat to him!
He was indeed tempted.
Yet just as his killing intent was about to boil over, a deeper, colder instinct sounded in his heart like an alarm bell.
Something was wrong!
Very wrong!
Houtu was unlike the other Ancestral Witches. She was by no means a mindless, reckless brute!
Zhu Jiuyin was even more deeply versed in the Dao of Time and could glimpse fragments of Heavenly Secrets!
They knew that the Witch Race's main force had pushed westward and that the Fifth Layer Heavenly Realm was relatively empty. Why would only three Witches dare to enter a place where the Demon Race Army was gathered to negotiate?
Was it a trap?
Or did they simply have nothing to fear?
If they attacked, could they truly keep them here?
What if... what if they were merely bait, while Di Jiang, Qiang Liang, or even... the will within Pangu Hall was hidden in the shadows?
Even if they succeeded in killing one or two of them, the remaining Ancestral