Houtu, the Witch Lord, had no doubts about Song Ankang's words. Such a matter was not difficult to verify, and at their level of strength and status, there was no longer any need to lie.
Since Song Ankang was so certain that Xuanhuang Continent had basically fallen under his rule, there could be no mistake. Otherwise, Song Ankang would not have been so unyielding. After all, Houtu had been the number one Dao Master before him, as well as the strongest Dao Master.
Even now, facing Song Ankang, who controlled most of the Profound Desolate Great World, Houtu was still somewhat confident that she could contend with him, and even had some confidence in severely injuring him.
But what meaning would that have? Once Song Ankang gathered most of the Dao Masters, nothing good would await Houtu.
Rather than both sides suffering losses then, or even risking her fall, she might as well withdraw early. After all, the Witch Race of today was no longer the Witch Race of the past.
Seeing how decisive Houtu was, immediately making her decision after realizing that Xuanhuang Continent already belonged to Song Ankang, Song Ankang was somewhat surprised as well.
After considering for a moment, Song Ankang looked at Houtu. "I am ninety-nine percent certain that I can break through the shackles of the Profound Desolate and advance to the First Rank. Are you unwilling to enjoy a longer lifespan with me?"
"The First Rank... no wonder so many Dao Masters are willing to follow you." Houtu's expression shifted slightly. After pondering for a moment, she still shook her head. "Even so, I have never been restrained in all these hundreds of millions of years, and I have no desire to bow beneath another. It would be better for me to leave. Besides,