A hundred years later, above a great Witch Clan city, Witch warriors packed the sky like locusts, stretching so far that the eye couldn't see the end.
Nearly ten billion troops waited silently for orders. Countless pairs of eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty red light, yet not a sound escaped them. The entire sky felt oppressively still, as though even the air had frozen into a stagnant pool.
Dijiang, Jumang, Rushou, Gonggong, Zhurong, Tianwu, Qiangliang, Xizi, Zhujiuyin, Shebishi, Houtu, and Xuanming hovered before the assembled Witches. Below them stood the Great Witches, including Xing Tian, Hou Yi, Jiu Feng, and Kuafu.
Dijiang stepped forward and gave a slight shudder. A terrifying aura rivaling that of a Quasi-Saint split the sky, shattering the clouds high above. Boom! The space behind him was crushed apart, and thick Space Rifts spread like a spiderweb, covering the entire sky in an instant.
Dijiang spoke in the blunt, straightforward manner of the Witch Clan, with no sentimental words to waste. "Those damned Yao dare to repeatedly offend our Witch Clan. As descendants of Pangu, we will not tolerate such an affront to our dignity. We will wipe out the entire Yao Clan!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Nearly ten billion Witch People roared at the top of their lungs. Their deafening cries surged like a raging tide, shattering the sky and stone as they echoed across the world. At the same time, a faint aura of battle-hardened bloodlust rose from countless Witches. The endless killing intent gathered into a crimson veil that stretched for tens of millions of miles.
"Good! March!"
Dijiang bellowed, two streaks of savage red light bursting from his eyes. Without the Great Venerable's assurance, he might still have hesitated. After all, the ancient Great Tribulation of All Beings and the war among the