The Wu army pressed down upon the Blood Sea. Su Miao and Zhunti hid in the Space Interlayer, watching the battle unfold. The Hundred Thousand Wu sent Qi-Blood Wolf Smoke soaring into the heavens, while the Twelve Ancestral Witches stood lined up before the formation. Di Jiang invoked the Dao Ancestor's banner of "Witch Domain," accusing the Blood Sea of polluting the land and Minghe of colluding with the Demon Clan, demanding that Minghe withdraw on his own. Minghe rose from the Blood Sea atop the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, the Yuantu Abi Twin Swords in hand, his face ashen. Negotiations broke down. Zhu Rong struck first, smashing a Fire Tornado into the Blood Sea as the great battle erupted. Countless great experts felt their hearts leap and hurriedly used Divine Abilities to watch the battle.
Deep within the Underworld, the surviving Great Witches watched the twelve familiar figures on the Light Curtain. Their eyes reddened one by one, and the hands gripping their weapons trembled uncontrollably.
After a long while, a voice finally rang out, hoarse as sandpaper scraping across stone.
"All twelve... are there."
"Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong still has that temper. The moment words fail, he throws hands. He refuses to waste even one extra word."
"In that world, our Twelve Ancestral Witches were still whole. We could still lead the youngsters into battle against Minghe together. How wonderful..."
Houtu looked at those figures that had gradually blurred in her memories, now appearing before her once more, and gently wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
Over at the Jie Sect.
Bi Xiao was puzzled by Minghe's actions.
"Twelve Ancestral Witches against one Minghe, and he still dared to take them on? Was he stupid?"
Zhao Gongming explained.
"The Blood Sea is