He looked up at the sky.
But above the demon clan's Heavenly Court,
the fortune was indeed rather poor.
Amid the auspicious clouds, faint traces of darkness showed through.
Bai Ze couldn't help shaking his head.
By now, he had already begun to consider leaving.
Whether it was the demon clan
or the Witch Race,
the future looked bleak for both.
One wrong move, and he could be wiped out along with them.
It would be better to find a chance to leave as soon as possible.
Perhaps now was the right time?
The Ten Great Demon Sages of the demon clan sounded incredibly impressive.
But in truth, they were worth nothing.
They were merely lackeys to two feathered beasts.
Now those two feathered beasts were already nearing the end of their days.
Naturally, he needed to find another path.
After a long while,
Bai Ze finally decided to find a chance to slip away quietly.
Otherwise, if he stayed here,
he might well be dragged down with them.
After pondering for a long time,
Bai Ze couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.
As for the Witch Race,
they were now somewhat flustered.
The Water Ancestor Witch and Fire Ancestor Witch had only just been wiped out,
and the Witch Race's fundamental cultivation technique had already been exposed.
This was definitely not a good thing.
The reason the Witch Race's physical bodies were so powerful
was entirely because of this Nine Revolutions Divine Art, created by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Now that this technique had been exposed,
would it attract the covetous attention of others?
Would it attract the covetous attention of the Sages?
If that really happened,
wouldn't the Witch Race be in grave danger?
At this point,
the expressions of several Ancestral Witches gradually darkened.
"Big brother,