As the Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Great Array grew more complete, the enormous figure in the sky became increasingly clear.
Taishang Laojun endured his discomfort and watched the gradually clarifying figure. Suddenly, he cried out, "The aura of Pangu the Divine! I recognize it—this is the aura of Pangu the Divine!"
Taishang Laojun's exclamation sent all the Great Beings around him into deep thought.
The aura of Pangu the Divine? What a joke. Ever since Pangu the Divine created the heavens and the earth in ancient times, he had transformed his body into the world.
How could Pangu the Divine still be around?
Ye Jun folded his arms and slowly said, "Aside from you Three Pure Ones, the Witch Clan can also be considered true descendants of Pangu the Divine."
Taishang Laojun stroked his beard with his left hand and murmured, "This Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Great Array must be using the blood and qi of the Witch Clan's Twelve Ancestor Witches to summon an apparition of Father God!"
Ye Jun turned his gaze back to the battlefield. The giant's figure had fully taken shape!
"I... have... returned..."
The halting voice instantly put Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi under immense pressure. In contrast, Di Jiang and the others were overcome with excitement.
"Father God has descended! Di Jiang welcomes Father God!"
"Witch Clan, we welcome Father God!"
"We welcome Father God!"
Every giant in the Witch Clan's army placed both hands against his forehead and spoke reverently as he gazed at the enormous figure in the sky.
"Why... am I... here?"
The giant's voice grew clearer and clearer. The unease in Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's hearts deepened with every word.
They could guess the giant's identity just from the reaction of these barbaric members