Seeing Zhun Ti attack ordinary members of the Witch Clan, Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Xuanming—the most powerful among them—struck without hesitation.
They planted their feet on the earth, absorbed the boundless Turbid Qi, and roared:
"Rise!"
In an instant,
the dense, heavy baleful energy that had been circling between the twelve formation nodes began to flow rapidly under the control of Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Xuanming.
In the next moment, it formed a gigantic black fist that slammed straight toward the seven-colored radiance!
"You think our Witch Clan is easy to bully?"
By now, the other Ancestral Shamans had reacted as well.
They had been happily watching the show from the sidelines. Now, every one of them was furious!
Earlier, they had secretly followed Hong Yun's instructions and, as if sharing a tacit understanding with the Demon Race, pretended they could not control the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Formation, striking Zhun Ti and injuring him!
The Ancestral Shamans had been secretly delighted.
Watching Zhun Ti and Hong Yun fight back and forth had nearly dispelled their fear of Saints!
Now that Zhun Ti had attacked them outright, how could they hold back?
So what if he was a Saint?
Hadn't we already beaten him until he was in a miserable state?
And now he still dared to attack us while we were distracted!
The seven-colored radiance collided with the black phantom. After a brief stalemate, it was shattered.
Even a hurried counterattack could match Zhun Ti's strength. What was there to fear?
The Ancestral Shamans were brimming with confidence, all shouting loudly:
"Beat him up!"
Earlier, when Zhun Ti had been gravely injured, boundless power of the Heavenly Dao had stirred.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who had merged with the Dao, was naturally alarmed as well!
His gaze fell directly