"What, you want to go to the Heavenly Court and report us?"
Zhu Rong's gaze turned icy as he stared nakedly at Ran Deng.
"No, no, you misunderstand, my lords. I am merely a minor Grand Luo Golden Immortal. How could I dare involve myself in your dispute? I was only planning to stay far away."
Ran Deng hurriedly waved his hands, terrified of being misunderstood by Zhu Rong.
This was the first time Zhu Rong realized that he was apparently this intimidating.
"That won't do. We'll let you leave after we assemble the army. For now, stay by Zhu Rong's side. If you dare run, you know what will happen."
Di Jiang glanced at Ran Deng before beginning to arrange their next move.
"Understood, Big Brother. I'll keep a close eye on this old fellow." Zhu Rong grabbed Ran Deng and headed toward Zhou Mountain.
"Woo... woo... woo!"
The Witch Clan's distinctive rallying calls rang out beneath Zhou Mountain, and every Witch Clan tribe began gathering.
At this moment, Qing Ya and the others had only just climbed halfway up Zhou Mountain when the Witch Clan's horn calls reached their ears.
"Sister, what are the Witch Clan doing? They can't be gathering an army for war, can they?"
Qing Ling looked toward the Witch Clan, her face full of excitement.
"Why are you so excited? Do you want to join in too?" Han Xi's voice sounded beside Qing Ling's ear.
"Sister Han Xi!" Qing Ling ran excitedly toward Han Xi.
"Sister Han Xi, you're a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal. Can you see what the Witch Clan is planning?"
"Your guess was right. The Witch Clan is indeed preparing to make a move against the Demon Clan."
The Witch Clan was directly beneath Zhou Mountain, so none of their