This was the Ancient Witch Clan's mistake. If they did not find a way to resolve it, how could they convince the masses? Should anything happen to her, the other Emperor-ranked powerhouses would also feel a powerful sense of crisis.
"Bastards!" The three Ancestral Witches—Wu Di, Wu Yu, and Wu Ni—were utterly enraged.
Just as the Thunder Mother Wuming had expected, the three of them and the Witch Emperor had surrounded Lu Xiaotian and fought him until now. Not only had they failed to do anything to him, they had instead allowed the Thunder Mother Wuming to fall into such a crisis. This undoubtedly made them seem far too incompetent.
Lu Xiaotian had been able to save Yan Ji. Even if they could not help the Thunder Mother Wuming escape her predicament, they at least had to make Lu Xiaotian pay a sufficient price.
Buzz! Wu Di, the strongest of the three Ancestral Witches, erupted with golden light all over his body. He suddenly leaped into a narrow rift in space, and in the next instant, he had appeared not far from Lu Xiaotian's side.
Charging in alongside Wu Di were three witch beasts—the blue dragon, white tiger, and Witch Mountain Giant Ape. Naturally, it was the Witch Emperor who had provided them with this convenience of space.
The Witch Emperor's expression was hidden beneath his silver mask, his gaze as still as an ancient well, utterly unaffected by the Thunder Mother Wuming's plight. He merely advanced step by step, joining Wu Ni in continuously tightening the encirclement around Lu Xiaotian.
At the same time, he created opportunities for Wu Di and Wu Yu to attack.
Even in the midst of battle, Lu Xiaotian could still employ blood laws, using the blood energy within Yan Ji to condense blood dragons.