Everyone else was nothing more than a passerby A, cannon fodder B, ruffian C, or bandit D.
Anyway, they were basically just background extras.
They were completely not worth worrying about.
How could anyone possibly blow such a do-or-die horn?
Thinking of this, Li Hao abruptly realized a problem.
Damn it!
Could it be that Hongjun had come as well?
Did things really have to be like this?
Hadn't it just been taking a few of his praying mats?
Was there any need to launch a clan-annihilation war?
Soon, however, Li Hao dismissed this notion.
Hongjun had no reason to do so; that old fellow could not possibly have failed to calculate who the protagonist of the next tribulation was.
To push forward the momentum of the Primordial Era, even if Hongjun were angry, he would choose to endure it temporarily.
Just like when he acted as Pangu's errand boy and the Heavenly Dao's sycophant.
He could endure such humiliating things, so what did a few praying mats matter?
Therefore, Li Hao could conclude that before the outbreak of the tribulation, Hongjun would at most secretly help the Demon Race.
He would absolutely not stand openly in opposition to the Witch Tribe.
So what on earth was going on here?
Just as he was thinking this, he saw all the Great Witches fully armed, appearing with countless members of the Witch Tribe.
When the subordinates of the Ancestor Witches saw that the Ancestor Witches had already released their true forms, they became even more certain that a formidable enemy had arrived.
Otherwise, could the Ancestor Witches be this nervous and wait in full battle array?
Were they scared if one asked? To tell the truth, they were very scared, but being scared did not mean the Witch Tribe would chicken