The Candle Dragon's Eye, the Qilin King Escapes

"Hmm? Fellow Daoist, your divine powers are extraordinary, but thank you for your goodwill!" Cheng Qin said.

He did not know much about this Heavenly God, but the latter's cultivation was on par with his own.

If even the Qilin King could not deal with him, what divine power could Cheng Qin possibly possess that was stronger than the Qilin King's?

However, when the Rogue Cultivators tried to avoid the Witches and join the Qilin King's faction, the Witches had no intention of letting the matter rest.

Zhurong had now unleashed a powerful Witch battle art, exposing the Witches' greatest secret before everyone's eyes. The Twelve Ancestral Witches wore solemn expressions as they exchanged meaningful glances.

"Big Brother, what should we do now? Zhurong never knows when to stop once he starts fighting. Sigh!" Houtu said worriedly.

"We can only silence them completely by making their souls scatter and their spirits disperse!" Dijiang said coldly.

"That's the only way. Although they only know that we possess powerful battle arts, the Dao Ancestors may be able to deduce that we obtained Father God's Hall." Houtu spoke anxiously.

After finding Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had obtained all of Pangu's inheritances, along with Pangu's heart. In the future, it could nurture countless Witches, and they would surely become a great clan vying for supremacy over the Primordial World. But the time was not yet ripe. They had not fully taken control of Pangu Hall. What Houtu feared most was that all the factions would target the Witches.

If those Dao Ancestors learned that the Witches had obtained Pangu Hall, wouldn't they go mad? Even with Pangu's Will shrouding the Land of Divine Grace, it would become the greatest battlefield, and a world-destroying calamity would surely descend.

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