His voice was not loud, yet it struck the heart like thunder.
"Pass down the order to assemble the entire clan and head to Buzhou Mountain, the Heavenly Pillar formed from Pangu Father God's spine!" Dijiang commanded, his voice shaking the Nine Heavens.
"Understood, Big Brother!" The other eleven Ancestral Witches answered in unison. With a flash, they each rushed toward the twelve tribes.
The tribes established by the Dijiang Tribe, Zhu Jiuyin's Tribe, Houtu's Tribe, and the other Twelve Ancestral Witches all bore their founders' names. Their roots ran deep and their branches flourished, spreading across the land.
In an instant, tens of millions of Witch Clan members assembled into an army and surged forth in mighty force.
The aura of Golden Immortals surged like ocean waves, while the pressure of Grand Unity Golden Immortals tore through the clouds. Daoist rhymes belonging to Grand Unity Golden Immortals soared into the sky, churning the laws of heaven and earth until the winds and clouds changed color!
"Warriors!" Dijiang stood at the very front, his hair flying wildly and his voice booming like thunder. "Follow me in worshipping Pangu Father God!"
"Roar—!!!"
Tens of millions of Witch People roared as one. The sound waves overturned the firmament, the earth trembled, and the mountains and rivers resonated. They marched forward, like a flood crushing across the land, heading straight for Buzhou Mountain!
This scene instantly alarmed the Heavenly Court.
"It's him!" Di Jun sat upright in the Purple Palace Treasure Hall, staring at the scene reflected in the Treasure Mirror before him. His pupils contracted sharply.
"That man who can tear space apart..." Tai Yi stood in the side hall, his gaze gloomy. "Big Brother, should we—" He drew a finger across the air, his killing intent chilling.
Di Jun was silent