At these words, all eleven Ancestor Witches grew solemn.
As Ancestor Witches, they had never experienced anything like this.
But they knew this was certainly no trivial matter. When Li Yun had faced the nine calamities before, the Three Pure Ones had personally guarded him, even helping him perfect his foundations.
At that thought, Dijiang and the other Ancestor Witches immediately ordered, "Withdraw!"
"Everyone, leave this place!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
Hearing this, the surrounding Great Witches dared not delay and swiftly withdrew.
As they left, Dijiang turned his gaze toward Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa, Zhen Yuanzi, Minghe, and Hong Yun. "Fellow Daoists, please leave as well. Otherwise, you will be declaring war on our Witch Clan—a war that will not end until one side is dead!"
As he spoke, killing intent filled the eyes of Dijiang and the other Ancestor Witches.
It was even fiercer than before. There was no other reason: they could not bear to see anything go wrong with Xuanming, nor would they allow anything to happen to her at this critical moment.
Likewise, Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian stepped forward, their piercing gazes fixed on Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nuwa.
Though they said nothing, their meaning was clear.
Seeing this, Jieyin, Zhunti, Minghe, Zhen Yuanzi, and Hong Yun withdrew without hesitation.
They had come merely to resolve their doubts, not to wage a war to the death against the Witch Clan.
Though Nuwa was reluctant and even wanted to use the three disasters to kill Xuanming, this leader of the Witch Clan, she knew it was impossible now. If she entertained such intentions, not only the Ancestor Witches but even the Three Pure Ones would turn against her.
In truth, Nuwa was filled with regret.
Had she known things would turn out this way, she would never have shown the