After beating Zhunti for roughly half an hour, Dijiang began to feel exhausted. "Brothers, let's keep Zhunti pinned down and beat him for a little longer, then retreat. I'm out of strength." At that, the blood and qi within Pangu True Body began to surge, and Zhunti's expression changed drastically.
Before Zhunti could react, a punch sent him flying back a hundred paces. Just as he was about to counterattack, he was left fuming. "Halt, you cowardly Witch Clan! If you have the guts, don't run!" Unfortunately, Dijiang had already teleported away using the Law of Space, so he could no longer hear him.
Back inside Pangu Hall, Dijiang said, "We've tested things out this time and figured it out. Saints aren't weak. Using Father God's True Body, we can keep one pinned down and beat him, but we can't kill him. This fellow can really take a beating..."
Jumang shook his head. "Eldest Brother, that isn't quite right. We didn't bring Pangu Hall with us. If we had, we should've been able to kill Zhunti."
Houtu offered a different opinion. "Second Brother, Dao Ancestor said that Saints are immortal... We shouldn't have much trouble pinning Zhunti to the ground and rubbing him into the dirt, but killing him will be somewhat difficult."
Dijiang nodded. "That isn't the key issue. The real problem facing our Witch Clan now is that Dijun is also a Saint. In theory, Dijun should be able to fight at least two Zhuntis... Our Witch Clan can no longer defeat the Demon Clan if this continues."
Houtu looked puzzled. "Eldest Brother, then what do you think we should do?"
Dijiang nodded. "I've decided that we need to find a way to improve our cultivation. We've already developed our physical bodies to a certain extent, so what's