"Brother!"
Qiang Liang cried out in delight. The Twelve Ancestral Witches addressed one another as brothers. Aside from the eldest, Di Jiang, and the youngest, Houtu, the rest had not been born very far apart in age and simply called each other by name.
All the Ancestral Witches trusted Di Jiang.
Born with a Space Divine Ability, he could take an enemy's life in an instant during battle.
Beyond his combat prowess, Di Jiang was also exceptionally capable of leading his race. Otherwise, the witch race could not have swiftly taken control of the primordial lands, especially with the demon race led by Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.
Fuxi and Patriarch Bodhi had both known of Di Jiang's might. Seeing him arrive as reinforcements, they instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.
Di Jiang was undoubtedly a powerful ally.
Luo Shixin also stared at Di Jiang as he charged over. In his previous life, he had known nothing of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but in this life, he had heard many gods and demons mention them.
Especially Qiang Liang and several Great Witches, whose praise for Di Jiang had practically elevated him to the level of the Great God Pangu.
Di Jiang had no eyes on his face, which resembled a yellow sack in its entirety, savage and terrifying. The four fleshy wings on his back were folded tight, like four longswords piercing out from behind him.
The baleful aura of the Ancestral Witch Hegemon erupted from his body. The closer he came to Qiang Liang, the stronger it grew, striking fear into every living being in the starry sky.
"What a powerful baleful aura..."
Yang Beiming frowned slightly, but he was in no hurry to attack.
In his eyes, what did one more Manifestation Saint amount to?
As long as