In Pangu Hall, the Ancestral Witches finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the Demon Clan retreat.
Had Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin not held them back, the other Ancestral Witches would have charged out long ago.
The Ancestral Witches did not sympathize with the Human Race. The Demon Clan had simply been too arrogant. Given their tempers, how could they tolerate the Demon Clan running wild across the Primordial Land?
But Chi You had not yet completed his transformation, and Di Jiang did not want to break out into a great war with the Demon Clan at this moment.
They did indeed want to help the Human Race, not out of pity, but to disrupt the Demon Clan's plans.
They did not know what the Demon Clan was trying to do, but as long as the Demon Clan failed, they would have achieved their goal.
Yet because of their hatred for the Witch Clan, the Human Race would rather die than head in the Witch Clan's direction. As a result, even if they wanted to intervene, they could find no reason to do so.
Since the Human Race was unwilling to ask them for help, they could just go die. At least, that was what the Ancestral Witches thought.
"These humans really do have some backbone. Even I admire them a little."
After the Demon Clan's slaughter, fifty to sixty percent of the Human Race across the Primordial Land had died. Apart from the Yellow River Basin, Shouyang Mountain, Longevity Mountain, and the North, only scattered remnants of humanity remained elsewhere.
"Heh, they're nothing more than a bunch of ants. I really don't know why they're protecting the Human Race like this."
The other Ancestral Witches were somewhat jealous of the Human Race. Their Witch Clan had