The moment Dijiang brought out the spiritual treasure.
The Demon Race's mighty figures all looked surprised.
Several of them were even more baffled as to why this was happening.
Dijiang was actually willing to strengthen their forces.
[Oh no!]
[Dijiang must have a backup plan.]
[He brought out the spiritual treasure so readily.]
[Do they think Jun Ge can't get it back at all?]
[But the ten Ancestral Witches don't seem to be a match for the Demon Race's mighty figures.]
[Looks like they're still hiding other tricks.]
Di Jun was greatly alarmed.
He thought it over carefully and realized Li Mo's analysis made a lot of sense.
Although the Witch Clan seemed cruel and brutal, with strong limbs and simple minds,
one couldn't judge their true capabilities by their outward appearance.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had become leaders in their own right. Not one of them could truly be a fool.
If he really treated them like idiots,
then Di Jun would be the real fool.
"Husband! A battle between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race is inevitable!"
"Once the fighting starts, use the Phoenix Golden Feather immediately and flee far away."
Yuanfeng sent him a serious, earnest warning.
Li Mo yawned and gently stroked the back of Yuanfeng's smooth hand. "Don't worry, Feng'er. When it comes to escaping, no one in the Primordial World can beat your man, except the Saints."
Yuanfeng felt a tickle on the back of her hand and quickly pulled it away, her cheeks growing warm.
With all these people watching, if anyone saw such an intimate gesture, she'd die of embarrassment.
She said with a hint of annoyance, "You're always bragging. Just listen to me."
Meanwhile!
The Witch Clan won the first Primordial Violet Qi at the price of two Innate Supreme