Arrangements for the Eleven Ancestral Witches, Beginning Ascension from the Lower Realm!

"Thump, thump, thump... Thump, thump, thump... Thump, thump, thump..."

Within the Secret Realm, waves of heartbeats rang out continuously, like deafening drumbeats.

Ma Xiaoling and Yuan Tiangang, standing nearby, both turned slightly pale.

At that moment, Jiang Zhen casually waved his hand, and the sensation as though they were about to be crushed to death completely vanished.

Seeing this, Ma Xiaoling let out a sigh of relief and said,

"Terrifying, truly terrifying. Is this the power of an Ancestral Witch? Their heartbeat alone left us like this!"

Jiang Zhen chuckled and shook his head.

"Heh, this was nothing. The Twelve Ancestral Witches have only been revived by a single drop of Essence Blood.

"At their peak, forget their heartbeats—even if they were dead and you were a hundred and eight thousand miles away, hearing one roar from them would directly leave your soul scattered and spirit dispersed. Did you think Ancestral Witches were a joke?

"Their strength absolutely placed them among the very strongest beneath the Sages.

"The Demon Race back then was unimaginably prosperous. There were Demon Emperors, Demon Sovereigns, Demon Saints, Demon Masters, Demon Gods, and more.

"They even had the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array. Yet when such a force encountered the Witch Clan, which had fewer people than them—

"Weren't they still beaten into ruin?

"If the Demon Race had not been capable of constantly producing new members, it would likely have been wiped out long ago.

"And the Twelve Ancestral Witches you see now, aside from Houtu, do not even possess one-tenth of their peak strength!"

Having said that, Jiang Zhen looked toward Houtu.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Houtu, we do not have much strength left.

"Judging by the current situation, we probably only have a few decades left.

"Not even a hundred