Once they had figured out what had happened, the witches could only exchange awkward glances. Perhaps a trace of fear was hidden in their hearts as well. They had never expected that, after risking their lives to save someone, they would end up ruining one of Heiserana's major plans, and even place the slumbering ground of an ancient Vampire at risk of exposure. Heiserana's own fury might not even be the most terrifying part. The most frightening thing was the Bloodkin's retaliation—for a race that placed extreme importance on rank, seniority, and hierarchy, a ten-thousand-year-old ancient ancestor held an unimaginable position among all Bloodkin. If those hidden families learned that a group of witches, eager to claim credit, had drawn Demon Hunters into surrounding their ancestor's "tomb," would anyone here still have a chance of surviving?
These witches still didn't understand how special Vivian, the famously penniless Vampire, was among the Bloodkin...
Hao Ren glanced at the furious Heiserana and the witches who were as silent as cicadas in winter, while wondering how this had ended in the original history. Without him and Lily as powerful reinforcements, it was entirely possible that the witches' operation had failed from the outset. Or perhaps, even if it had succeeded, it hadn't caused much of an impact. After all... in the eyes of the Demon Hunters, the combined threat level of a hundred witches was probably still lower than that of a single Werewolf.
"All right, all right. What's done is done. We need to think about what comes next." The witches didn't dare speak, and Barn remained silent as well, so Hao Ren had to break the deadlock himself. "The Demon Hunters will definitely receive the news. Since they haven't appeared directly, perhaps they really did just as you said, Heiserana—they went