Even at a time like this, he was still thinking about food!
But hearing Xing Tian say that, Lin Changqing felt an unbounded surge of passion!
That's how a true man should be! Let the ten thousand demons come at me with all their fury—I'll remain unshaken, chatting and laughing with ease.
"Hahaha! Good! Big Brother, however much there is tonight, I'll make sure you get it all!"
Lin Changqing shouted. At that moment, he still hadn't realized how serious things were about to get.
Hearing this, Xing Tian stamped his giant axe on the ground. Ten thousand streams of blood-colored energy shot into the clouds, and an immense aura swept toward the distance.
"The Witch Clan is invincible! The Demon Clan are scum!"
"The Witch Clan is invincible! The Demon Clan are scum!"
At once, shouts rang out from Xing Tian.
The other Witches around them immediately joined in, their cries surging straight into the sky.
Was this the Witch Clan's battle cry? It was a bit too blunt.
Lin Changqing paid it no mind and sat cross-legged.
Xing Tian was known as the God of War, so Lin Changqing had no worries that they would lose this battle—unless a Quasi-Sage from the Demon Clan showed up.
Of course, even if a Quasi-Sage did appear, Lin Changqing didn't believe the Witch Clan would be without a way to deal with one.
For millions upon millions of years, the Witch Clan had always kept the Demon Clan in check. Otherwise, with the Demon Clan's habit of claiming to be the orthodox heirs of the Heavenly Dao, how could they have been driven into relying on the sacred mountain and occupying the highest reaches of the heavens? They would have come down and driven the Witches out long ago.
But the