But at that moment, no matter how furious Di Jun was, he had no choice but to admit the truth.
Even if it was only a sword, Tongtian's sword had appeared here. No matter what, Di Jun could no longer—and did not dare to—attack Lin Changqing again.
"Di Jun, you brat! How dare you attack my Wu Clan!"
"Di Jun, looking for a fight?"
"Di Jun, your demon clan dares invade our territory? Have you forgotten how you were driven into the sky millions of years ago?"
At that moment, furious shouts rang out from the distance.
Ju Mang's lips curled into a faint smile as he looked at Di Jun, his eyes full of disdain.
None of the Twelve Ancestor Witches could match Di Jun alone, but there were twelve of them!
At that moment, streaks of divine light shot from the heart of Wu territory, crossing the mountains and rivers of the Primordial World before appearing above the range.
A scarlet figure stood ten thousand zhang tall, flames billowing around him as his great beard whipped in the wind.
A black figure descended, and a chill instantly spread all around, covering the world. Dark clouds pressed down from the heavens as boundless cold gathered.
A dark yellow figure descended. The weighty power of the earth instantly spread across the surroundings, extinguishing the Golden Crow divine flames burning atop the mountains.
"The Ancestral Gods!"
"Ancestral God Zhu Rong! Ancestral God Xuan Ming! Ancestral God Houtu!"
The three figures stood beside Ju Mang and looked toward the ten-thousand-zhang Golden Crow.
The Fire Ancestor Witch, the Ice Ancestor Witch, and the Earth Ancestor Witch!
The three Ancestor Witches arrived, each bearing an overwhelming presence that none across the mountains could withstand!
The four Ancestor Witches stood in the wilderness, gazing toward