Taking a deep breath, every word weighed as heavily as a thousand jun:
"The Witch Clan... may face a great calamity in the future! I... Eldest Brother, you... and Ru Shou, Xuan Ming, Tian Wu, Qiang Liang, Xi Zi, She Bi Shi, and Yan Zi, the seven younger brothers and sisters... all... all will perish, your Dao extinguished!"
Zhu Jiuyin's voice carried unprecedented grief and helplessness.
"Impossible!"
As though struck by lightning, Di Jiang sprang up violently. His berserk aura erupted, cracking the stone seat beneath him!
His eyes were bloodshot as he let out a furious roar.
"We are Pangu Orthodox! We have the protection of Pangu Temple! Within the Primordial Wilderness, who can kill the Twelve Ancestral Witches? Who?"
His clenched fists crackled at the joints, producing a chilling—
"Creak, creak" sound that revealed the utmost fury and disbelief in his heart.
Meeting Di Jiang's gaze, burning with unwillingness and rage, Zhu Jiuyin wore a mournful expression.
"Eldest Brother... do you still not understand my law divine ability?"
Di Jiang stared fixedly at Zhu Jiuyin. His eyes held waves of shock and fury capable of burning the eight desolations, before finally turning into a near-solidified, blood-tinged resolve.
"Hmph!" Di Jiang snorted coldly, as if intending to shatter the invisible shackles of fate.
An utterly tragic aura spread from his body.
"No matter what divine being in the future wishes to destroy my Witch Clan..."
Di Jiang's voice seemed to rise from the Netherworld, cold and resolute, filled with the will to perish together.
"Even if we die and our Dao vanishes, our souls returning to heaven and earth, we will drag that enemy down with us and grind their foundations to dust!"
He suddenly stepped forward, staring intensely at Zhu Jiuyin.
"But the urgent matter now is to