Meanwhile, at Buzhou Mountain, where the Witch Clan resided.
Inside Pangu Temple.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were still immersed in shock over the fall of Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun.
Amid their astonishment, Ancestral Witch Zhurong looked toward Ancestral Witch Dijiang, his eyes burning with excitement:
"Big Brother!"
"The two great emperors of the Demon Race have both fallen in the East Sea."
"Now, the Demon Race is leaderless and its morale is low."
"This is the perfect opportunity for us to storm the Heavenly Court!"
At Zhurong's words, the other Ancestral Witches all snapped out of their shock.
They had no objections to what Zhurong said and voiced their agreement:
"Exactly!"
"This is the perfect time for us to counterattack the Heavenly Court!"
"Once we seize the Demon Race's heavenly realm, the Primordial World will belong to our Witch Clan from now on."
"Big Brother, give the order!"
"..."
The Ancestral Witches were all fired up, their fighting spirit surging.
If Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi were still alive, they naturally wouldn't dare act rashly.
In particular, after Dijun had attained Sagehood, the pressure on the Witch Clan had grown immense.
But now Qin Mu had slain both Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun, the two emperors of the Demon Race, leaving the Demon Race without a leader.
This gave the Ancestral Witches hope of unifying the Primordial World.
Hearing what the Ancestral Witches said, Dijiang's own fighting spirit blazed.
Earlier, when the Demon Race's ten-million-strong army descended, the Witch Clan had thought they were coming to attack them.
So they had prepared in advance. The Witch Clan's troops stood ready for battle, waiting in full strength while the enemy wore itself out!
Who could have guessed that after descending, the Demon Race's army wouldn't head for the Witch Clan, but instead make