Changyang Mountain.
The battle had shaken heaven and earth. For a million miles around, every living being caught in its wake had been reduced to nothing.
The land was devastated, riddled with holes.
The ten Ancestral Witches were gravely wounded and barely holding on.
Blood streamed from Dijiang's body.
If not for his iron will and formidable regenerative abilities, he would have died long ago.
The other Ancestral Witches were barely holding on as well.
The Demon Race's sudden appearance of several Innate Supreme Treasures had caught them completely off guard.
Now, all they could do was hope that the other battlefield, in the space Dijiang had carved off, would reach a swift conclusion.
Only then could the other Ancestral Witches and the Witch Clan's armies join the fight as soon as possible, giving the Witch Clan a chance at victory.
With a thud,
Xuan Ming's right arm was severed, and blood poured onto the earth like a river.
The sight made the other Ancestral Witches narrow their eyes.
"Big Brother, we can't hold out any longer! We're at our limit. How is the battle inside going? Have the others managed to deal with Li Mo?" Houtu couldn't help asking.
"Don't worry, little sister..."
Dijiang used his Space Law Divine Ability to move Xuan Ming behind him, preventing the Demon Race from striking her with all their might while she was injured.
He had been about to answer with certainty, but in the next moment, horror seized him.
His face twisted. He retreated rapidly, no longer bothering to fight Di Jun.
Instead, he frantically fell back and roared, "Retreat! Retreat!"
The other Ancestral Witches were instantly bewildered.
What was going on?
Why were they retreating?
This made no sense.
But in the next moment,
they seemed to understand.
Dijiang swept