Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Temple.
"The Human Race of Shouyang is facing a massive invasion by the Demon Race. Should we intervene?"
Ancestral Witch Xuanming asked in a low voice.
The Human Race of Shouyang numbered in the hundreds of millions, but their overall strength was far too weak.
Faced with the trillion-strong army of the Demon Race, the Twelve Ancestral Witches all knew that without reinforcements, the Human Race of Shouyang was doomed to die.
"In principle, we should help the Human Race of Shouyang, but there has been no response from the Human Race of the East Sea."
"Perhaps Fellow Daoist Huang Tian has tacitly permitted the Demon Race to slaughter the Human Race of Shouyang."
"The Human Race of Shouyang received so many benefits from the Human Race of the East Sea, yet chose to betray them and enter Taiqing's sect. If it were our Witch Clan, we would certainly clean house."
"The fact that Fellow Daoist Huang Tian has not kicked them while they are down is already the utmost benevolence and righteousness."
Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Jumang, and the other Ancestral Witches spoke in succession. In the end, they decided to leave the Human Race of Shouyang alone.
"Twelve Ancestral Witches, get out here and speak!"
At that moment, an overbearing shout rang out from beyond Pangu Temple, Demon Qi surging into the heavens.
"Step!"
With a frown, Dijiang waved his hand and used the Space Laws, bringing the Twelve Ancestral Witches outside Buzhou Mountain.
"You old relics who survived from ancient times vanished without a trace after joining the Demon Race and being honored as Supreme Elders."
"Now you come to our Witch Clan to flaunt your might. Are you tired of living?"
Once he saw who had come, Dijiang spoke with a cold snort, his expression