Primordial Wilderness: I Am Hong Yun, and at the Start I Traded My Saint Position for a Wife

"You and Little Brother Hong Yun have history, too. Why not just come join our Witch Clan?"

"What's so good about following that bird-brain Di Jun?"

"..."

Fuxi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Since when had the Ancestral Shamans taken to trying to recruit people in the middle of a fight?

But Fuxi could only refuse their kind intentions.

"Once I am the Demon Clan's Xi Huang, I will be the Demon Clan's Xi Huang for life—unless I die!"

"Ancestral Shamans, there's no need to waste your breath!"

Qiang Liang was somewhat helpless.

Everyone said the Witch Clan were thickheaded, but why did he feel Fuxi was the real one?

By rights, they were the ones on the same side!

Qiang Liang's assault instantly grew more ferocious, boundless baleful energy surging toward them.

After fighting Fuxi for a little while, he was getting bored, too. He'd wanted to go all out for a long time!

To have a real battle.

"Haha..."

"If that's what you say, then I won't hold back!"

"Don't blame me if I beat you to death!"

Qiang Liang began to put his strength into it, and Ju Mang was not about to lag behind.

As they spoke, Fuxi began to struggle, gradually falling into a disadvantage!

Di Jun, seated in the void above, saw that the situation was turning against the Demon Clan, and immediately began to calculate.

Though the Ancestral Shamans had come out to fight,

they remained connected to the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Formation, serving as one of its supports!

They were both supports for the formation and recipients of an endless supply of turbid, heavy baleful energy.

That was why, even after Zhurong had been so badly injured earlier, the support of the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Formation