The Witch Clan's Will Is Eternal

Among the strange beasts Ye Qin had subdued was the ancient strange beast Feilian.

Feilian had a bird's beak, a deer's head, and a tiger's body. The moment it appeared, wind and clouds began to surge violently.

There was also Yingzhao, with a human face and a horse's body, eagle wings growing from its back, and an aura of peace radiating from its entire body; Chiyu, with a fish's body and a human face; and Lingyu, who looked much like a beautiful mermaid...

The battle grew ever more intense. Countless living beings suffered grievous casualties, their blood flowing in torrents and converging into rivers. The earth seemed unable to bear such carnage and began to collapse and sink, while the mountains were forcibly severed.

The successive deaths of so many strange beasts caused the living beings who had been salivating over the treasures in the Witch Clan Ancestral Land and itching to make a move to stop in their tracks. Filled with trepidation, they began to stand back and watch.

"Humph! Our Witch Clan are descendants of Pangu the Father God, so we should rightfully inherit the Father God's legacy. You fools who don't know whether you live or die actually dare to covet Father God's Hall? Then prepare to have your souls scattered and your body and spirit destroyed!" Ancestor Dijiang shouted furiously.

His figure flashed across the battlefield, vanishing in an instant. Every time he appeared, countless lives were taken.

However, just as he sensed that Pangu's Will, which protected the Witch Clan's souls, had begun to waver slightly, a trace of hesitation arose in his heart. He no longer wished to continue this battle.

That was because he knew full well that if the slaughter continued, the damage to the Land of Divine Grace would grow increasingly