What They Needed Was an Excuse

Houtu looked at those sanctimonious people and secretly gritted her teeth.

They fucking care about all living beings? Why didn't they step in to stop the war? Yet now they're spouting nonsense here?

But what else could she do? This time, her brothers had indeed gone too far.

She glanced at Dijiang and the others. Their faces were filled with shame; the crucial thing was that they had never expected this to happen.

If they had succeeded, who would have dared say another word? The Human Race and the demon race would have been the ones in the wrong.

But now, they had only ended up dropping a stone on their own feet.

"Hmph!"

Houtu was so furious her teeth itched. She wanted nothing more than to destroy these people, but the other side had overwhelming numbers.

Even though she had reached the ninth level of Hunyuan, the other side also had several seventh-level Hunyuan experts. Haotian was at the ninth level of Hunyuan, while Chu was even a half-step Heavenly Realm existence.

Her figure vanished from the spot as she returned to the Netherworld Underworld, choosing to put it out of sight and out of mind.

Seeing this, the various Hunyuans discussed a countermeasure. After placing restrictions on the Witch Race, they departed one after another.

The restrictions placed upon the Witch Race were nothing more than limits on their population. Their numbers could never exceed the set quota.

Otherwise, any excess members would be cursed to death by secret spells prepared by numerous Hunyuans!

After the great war ended, the Human Race had lost nearly five hundred Quasi-Saints, a devastating blow to their foundations.

However, Shennong had also attained the Hunyuan Dao, making gains and losses difficult to measure.

For now, the Human Race had not only suffered