Tian Wu and Shebishi had secretly returned.
They had sneaked off to the Demon Race.
They had secretly snatched Qin Yuan, one of the Ten Great Demon Sages, and brought her back.
They had done it without anyone noticing.
The Eight Ancestral Witches stood there now.
They gazed up at the sky as well.
"So far, none of us Ancestral Witches have made the list."
"Four or five of our Witch Race's Great Witches have made it, though the number is rather small."
"But their rankings are quite high. And with us Ancestral Witches added in, the number of our people on the list is bound to be substantial."
"The Demon Race has already had eleven people make the list, but it's clear they're running out of steam. From here on, it'll be our Witch Race's turn to shine."
As he spoke, the man chuckled.
He was none other than one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Qiang Liang.
Hearing his words, the others quietly nodded.
He was absolutely right.
Although, judging by the situation so far, the Demon Race had a considerable advantage,
eleven of its strong warriors had made the list.
And the Demon Race's leaders had yet to appear on it, too.
But in truth, they were already starting to run out of steam.
The Witch Race was different.
So far, only a few Great Witches from the Witch Race had made the list.
The Ancestral Witches had yet to appear.
And those Great Witches were ranked quite highly.
There was no way they would fare worse than the Demon Race.
That naturally put them at ease.
There was no need to worry about the Witch Race's prospects anymore.
What they were worried about was where each of them would rank.
Just how powerful were the Twelve Ancestral