"Hahahaha! Join forces with the Ancestral Witches to fight the Myriad Demons?"
Qiangliang burst into laughter, the sound stirring the laws of thunder and unleashing rolling peals of thunder.
"East King Duke, you just said you'd join forces with the Demon Race. Now you're saying you'll ally with the Witch Clan? You sure change your tune fast!"
Naturally, Qiangliang didn't believe East King Duke truly intended to ally with the Ancestral Witches.
Zhurong had a fiery temper. He immediately strode forward and blocked one of East King Duke's escape routes. "Brother Qiangliang, don't waste your breath on this immortal. He's just trying to save his own skin!"
Gonggong stepped on a surge of water and blocked the other escape route. The three Ancestral Witches formed a tight encirclement, trapping East King Duke in the center. "East King Duke, our big brother Dijiang ordered us to kill you and offer you as a sacrifice to rally the troops. Will you surrender, or put up a little more of a fight?"
"Heh. Fools! You Ancestral Witches are such fools!"
East King Duke suddenly gave a cold laugh, his expression concealing many secrets.
Seeing him act this way, Gonggong sensed something was amiss and asked with a frown, "East King Duke, how are we Ancestral Witches fools?"
"Hmph! If you kill me, that would be foolish!"
East King Duke held his head high, his voice filled with righteous indignation.
His attitude actually made the three Ancestral Witches regard him with a little more respect.
Qiangliang slowly lowered the great hammer in his hand and narrowed his eyes. "You say it'd be foolish to kill you. So how would sparing you be any less foolish? Explain."
The Ancestral Witches all looked gigantic, and their heads might not have seemed particularly sharp, but as beings