As for the Great Witches like Xing Tian, they stood behind the Ancestral Witches and only suffered some of the shockwaves. Although they spat out several mouthfuls of blood and their faces paled, they were otherwise unharmed. They shook their heads and tightened their grips on their axes and halberds, their eyes growing brighter. This battle had only just begun.
The Witch Clan's Life Origin was rooted in their blood. As long as their blood remained, so did their strength; once their blood was lost, their strength declined. Once they began bleeding, the Witch Clan's combat power would plummet like a sheer cliff. Out of ten parts of their strength, retaining five or four was already the limit. If they lost too much blood, their combat power would be completely crippled in moments, reducing them to living targets.
By contrast, the strength of the Demon Clan and Primordial World cultivators all depended on their magic power. As long as their magic power did not run dry, they could dominate the battlefield. Once their spiritual sea was exhausted, they became like birds with broken wings, left at the mercy of others—worse off even than the bleeding Witch Clan.
After all, even if the Witch Clan's combat power fell, their bodies, comparable to Innate Spiritual Treasures, remained intact. Their sinews and bones were undamaged, and though their vital blood was weak, it had not vanished. More importantly, the Witch Clan had no primordial spirits, so they were not afraid of soul attacks. Even if they fell, killing them was no easy matter. But once a cultivator's magic power was exhausted, they became fish on the chopping block, without even the right to resist.
"Damn it! Those Ancestral Witches really picked the worst possible time to show up!"
Fury surged in Tai Yi's