As he spoke, Yin Tianzi shifted his gaze and glanced at Qin Mu beside him:
"My true self."
"What do you think?"
Qin Mu's expression turned serious. He said calmly:
"The Twelve Heavens Formation has appeared, and Pangu has emerged... It seems the Witch and Demon Races are destined to meet their end in this Tribulation of Calamity."
Earlier, Qin Mu had been curious.
What could the Witch Clan possibly use to resist the Demon Race? After all, the Demon Race had a Saint like Dijun at its helm.
But now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had summoned a Pangu True Body of Primordial Chaos rank with the Twelve Heavens Divine Fiend Formation.
As he spoke, Qin Mu lowered his gaze and looked toward Pingxin Hall in the Underworld.
"I wonder if she'll make a move?"
Qin Mu thought of Empress Pingxin.
After all, Pingxin had once been Houtu Ancestral Witch, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Earlier, she had even forged twelve banners and had Qin Mu deliver them to the Witch Clan, where he obtained the Quintessential Blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
While Qin Mu was lost in thought, inside Pingxin Hall,
Empress Pingxin sat quietly in the void, the brutal slaughter outside reflected in her eyes.
The deaths of ordinary members of the Witch Clan moved her to pity, but having become the embodiment of reincarnation and bearing the Myriad Spirits in her heart, she no longer showed favoritism.
Yet when she saw those twelve familiar figures sustaining Pangu's True Body, her fingertips couldn't help trembling slightly.
The next moment, Pingxin waved her hand.
Twelve banners containing the Quintessential Blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared before her.
With the power of the Six Paths' source supporting them, the twelve banners had already undergone a transformation.
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