The moment Dijiang finished speaking,
everyone's gaze fell on Di Jun.
At the same time, Yuanfeng sent Li Mo a voice transmission. "Husband, there may be a battle today. When it happens, make sure you get away beforehand."
She held out her jade-white palm. A golden feather rested upon it. Placing it in Li Mo's hand, she said, "This is my natal golden feather. It doesn't have any special use, except that it's very fast. If a battle breaks out, you can channel your magic power into it to help you escape."
Li Mo yawned, gently stroked Yuanfeng's pretty face, and put away the golden phoenix feather.
"I know. Don't worry."
"Although the Witch Clan has only ten Quasi-Saints, their physical strength is formidable. You can't treat them like ordinary Quasi-Saints. You have to be careful." Yuanfeng repeatedly urged Li Mo, making sure he understood.
Although the Demon Race had brought three mid-stage Quasi-Saints, one late-stage Quasi-Saint, and two early-stage Quasi-Saints, they still couldn't be certain they would prevail in a direct clash against the ten.
After all, the Witch Clan's Ancestral Witches were not only unmatched in the prehistoric world in terms of physical strength, but also controlled the power of the elements.
Thunder, fire, space, and so on.
Meanwhile,
the hall had already erupted into an uproar.
That was because Di Jun had finally brought out the Primordial Violet Qi.
Everyone immediately felt refreshed and invigorated.
"It really is Primordial Violet Qi!"
"I can't believe Di Jun is actually willing to bring it out."
"But I'm puzzled. Why doesn't he keep it for someone else in the Demon Race to use?"
"I don't know either. When I first heard the news that Primordial Violet Qi was being auctioned, I thought it was fake."
Di Jun raised a hand