Ancestor Slaughter could not let Old Ancestor Yang Mei steal all the glory. He immediately spoke with a chuckle.
"Pfft."
The other Hunyuan Celestial Venerables rolled their eyes disdainfully. Those two really knew how to show off.
Boom!
While the Hunyuan Celestial Venerables admired the Witch Race's performance, Haotian smashed the glazed cup in his hand into powder within the Heavenly Court.
"How is this possible? The Witch Race is actually this powerful.
This is merely the Witch Race's Great Witches taking the field, yet they so easily slew my Heavenly Court's generals.
If the Witch Race's Thirty-six Heavenly Spirits and Seventy-two Earthly Fiends elders were to act, my Heavenly Court would likely be defeated in an instant.
With a Witch Race like this, victory is nearly impossible, much less when the Heavenly Dao intends to slaughter all Twelve Ancestral Witches.
With such strength from the Witch Race, what can my Heavenly Court use to resist them?"
At this moment, Haotian could not help but question what the Heavenly Dao truly intended.
The Heavenly Dao should have known the Witch Race's strength like the back of its hand.
Why had it made him, Haotian, undertake such a suicidal act of striking an egg against a stone?
Yet now that the war had begun, the Heavenly Court army could not possibly retreat.
Even if the Heavenly Court army withdrew on its own accord, would the Witch Race spare the Heavenly Court?
"All of you, self-destruct for this Emperor.
Even if you cannot blow all the Witch Race's Great Witches to death, you must still cripple the Witch Race's vitality, so we may campaign against them again next time!"
A resolute look flashed through Haotian's eyes, and he directly ordered every member of the Heavenly Human Race to self-destruct.
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