Zhou Ming did not hurry to respond. He only looked down at them in silence.
Houtu stood to one side and likewise said nothing.
She knew her elder brother would make his own decision.
Only after a long while did Zhou Ming's indifferent voice slowly ring through the great hall.
"Aren't you afraid the Witch Clan won't be able to protect you in this great calamity either?"
The words were very soft, yet they were like an invisible heavy hammer, smashing hard into Haotian and Yaochi's hearts.
Both of them stiffened.
Haotian abruptly lifted his head, his face full of astonishment.
Unable to shelter them?
How was that possible?
The Witch Clan of today possessed the Thirteen Ancestral Witches, and under their command were ten Daluo Golden Immortals of the Origin. Pangu Hall suppressed the Primordial Wilderness, and the destiny of the Earth Dao and the Human Dao Destiny blessed them...
With such strength, looking across the entire Primordial Wilderness, even the Heavenly Dao should be unable to contend with them, right?
Yet now, Zhou Ming had personally said that the Witch Clan might not be able to shelter them either.
Zhou Ming seemed to see through what he was thinking and continued.
The coming great calamity was on a completely different level from the previous Calamity of Immortals and Demons and the Investiture of the Gods Calamity.
"Even a Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin would not dare guarantee they could withdraw from this calamity whole."
"Let alone those beneath the Origin."
His gaze fell on the two of them, without the slightest emotion.
"Even so, are you still willing to stake your lives and everything you have on my Witch Clan?"
Even those of the Origin... could not withdraw whole?
Haotian and Yaochi looked at each other, and