While the Yao Race Heavenly Court suffered a crushing defeat, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had also paid a price. They had endured the backlash, manifested Pangu True Body, and swung the great axe. Now, they were in no better shape.
After defeating the Cosmic Stars Grand Formation, they could no longer maintain the Great Formation of the Gods and Fiends. Pangu True Body collapsed, splitting into twelve Demon God Phantoms before each manifested as one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Looking at Dijun and Taiyi, disheveled and in a sorry state, Ancestral Witch Dijiang spoke with the air of a victor. "Dijun, Taiyi, this battle is a lesson for your Yao Race. If you remain stubborn, blinded by greed, and insist on using your false Heavenly Court to sow chaos and disrupt the order of the Primordial World, then the next time we of the Witch Race march against Heaven, we'll slaughter everyone in the Thirty-Three Heavens.
"I hope you take this to heart. Dismantle your false Heavenly Court, and don't disappoint us after we've shown you such goodwill!"
"Haha, my elder brother is right! Dijun, Taiyi, as long as this false Heavenly Court remains, your Yao Race won't know a day's peace!" Ancestral Witch Zhurong added smugly.
"Hmph! Dijiang, Zhurong, don't get too pleased with yourselves. Your Witch Race is only relying on the protection of Pangu Father God!
"Besides, in this battle between our two clans, our Yao Race Heavenly Court only fell a little behind. We haven't been defeated.
"We still have the strength to make sure we both go down together, to bring mutual destruction upon us all. So don't put on such a triumphant act!"
Dijun's gaze swept over the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Though fury raged in his heart, his expression remained cold and stern,