Zhurong also said, "It's a pity that whenever we made a move, the Xuanmen saints directly intercepted us. Otherwise, we would have already annihilated the Demon Race long ago!"
Dijiang looked at Houtu and asked, "Can we make a move against the Demon Race directly now?"
"If we can wipe out the Demon Race, then we certainly cannot let them off!"
The Witch Race and the Demon Race had a feud as deep as the sea after all these years.
One could say that the enmity between both sides was irreconcilable.
Therefore, as long as an opportunity presented itself, they naturally would not let the other side go.
As for the recent birth of the Ten Golden Crows in the Demon Race, they did not take it to heart.
If the strength of the Demon Race were comparable to theirs, and Houtu had not yet attained the Dao to become a saint on the Witch Race's side, they might have harbored a hint of worry.
They would have even racked their brains to figure out how to completely slaughter the Ten Golden Crows.
Yet things were different now. Never mind how long it would take for the Demon Race to let the Ten Golden Crows grow up.
Just looking at the strength of their Witch Race, they completely did not need to worry about the Demon Race rising up!
After all, their Witch Race had Houtu, this saint present!
Even if they gave the Demon Race another few thousand or even ten thousand years, the other side still wouldn't be able to catch up to the Witch Race.
"Hongjun is not in secluded cultivation right now, and he's probably been staring at the Netherworld all along. Because of this, I have no way to step in and help."
Houtu shook