After the explosion, the South Heaven Gate remained completely intact, while Jieyin and Zhunti crashed headfirst to the ground before it.
"Who dared to ambush us?!"
The flesh on Zhunti and Jieyin's faces trembled with rage. Most of the spiritual fruit they had swiped from Heaven had been destroyed, and the rest lay scattered across the ground.
"You shameless pair!"
Zhu Rong shouted. He had been bombarding the South Heaven Gate perfectly well, only for these two to ruin it.
"You're the shameless ones! You actually launched a sneak attack! We don't seem to have offended any of you from the Witch Clan, do we?"
Jieyin slowly rose to his feet, his brows tightly furrowed and his face as miserable as a bitter melon.
Yet he had failed to notice that, during that earthshaking explosion, their robes had also suffered tremendous damage.
Their originally splendid golden robes had become tattered rags. Torn strips of cloth fluttered through the air, intertwining with the surrounding smoke and flames to form a bizarre, chaotic scene.
"Hahahaha!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches could not help bursting into laughter.
"You damned barbarians!" Zhunti cried out.
"You can't blame us for that. You ran into it yourselves. My target was the South Heaven Gate. Who told you to have such bad luck?"
Zhu Rong spread his hands and looked innocently at Zhunti.
Zhunti raised the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, about to smash it down on Zhu Rong.
"Junior Martial Brother, don't!"
Jieyin finally understood. They had suffered a completely undeserved disaster. This group of Ancestral Witches had come to cause trouble for the Demon Clan, but unfortunately, they had been unlucky enough to run straight into the line of fire.
"Senior Martial Brother, they..."
"Say no more. This is a conflict between the Demon Clan and the