"To serve as a warning to others and let the Witch Race know the consequences of provoking our Demon Race!"
Di Jun thought for a moment before speaking. "Second Brother, wait!"
"Xiao Ran is far too strange and unpredictable!"
"Our Demon Race has already suffered several setbacks at his hands!"
"Let Big Brother perform a divination first!"
With that, Di Jun brought out the River Diagram and Luo Shu.
The River Diagram and Luo Shu was a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure capable of deducing the laws of the primordial world.
Di Jun had relied on the River Diagram and Luo Shu to devise strategies and make plans for the Demon Race.
That was how the Demon Race had established itself in the Primordial World with overwhelming might.
Countless profound and unfathomable Dao Patterns suddenly appeared in the Void.
A dazzling and extraordinarily strange yin-yang fish pattern rapidly danced and spun in the Void.
A moment later, Di Jun put away the River Diagram and Luo Shu. After sighing several times, the gloom on his face grew even heavier.
Donghuang Taiyi could not help asking, "Big Brother, how did it go?"
Di Jun smiled bitterly. "I've already performed the divination. Houtu has been lying low on the battlefield all this time!"
"If we go to the battlefield to kill Xiao Ran..."
"Houtu will definitely intervene!"
"Looks like our plan to kill Xiao Ran has fallen through!"
Donghuang Taiyi's face flushed red as he said resentfully, "Damn it!"
"Looks like Xiao Ran has once again escaped by sheer luck!"
"We absolutely cannot act this time!"
"Otherwise, Di Jiang and the other Ancestor Witches will all appear!"
"If that happens, I'm afraid the losses suffered by our Demon Race will be even more severe!"
Di Jun nodded expressionlessly, fuming in silence.
By now, the Witch Race and Demon Race had contended for supremacy through countless eras.
The Demon Race held the advantage in the heavens, while the Witch Race held the advantage on the ground.
The Demon Race's foundation on the land of the Primordial World was simply insufficient!
If the Twelve Ancestral Witches continued to protect Xiao Ran...
There would be no chance to strike and kill him!
Di Jun said solemnly, "Second Brother, why don't we bring the entire race to develop in the Primordial World?"
"Only by putting down roots in the Primordial World can our Demon Race develop its power more effectively!"
"Then we can seize the initiative in our future struggle against the Witch Race!"
"We can also fulfill our ambition of unifying the heavens and earth of the Primordial World sooner!"
Donghuang Taiyi nodded and said in a low voice, "Good!"
"Let Big Brother decide this matter!"
Di Jun swept his fierce, awe-inspiring gaze across the Demon Saints and asked, "Do any of you have objections?"
"The Demon Emperor is wise. We have no objections!"
The many Demon Saints spoke with ingratiating smiles.
On the battlefield.
Ever since the Nine-Headed Demon Saint had been executed,
the hundreds of millions of Demon Army had long since been terrified out of their wits and had lost all will to fight.
Under the leadership of Xiao Ran, Kuafu, and Hou Yi, the three great experts of the Witch Race,
the ten million Witch Army fought as if aided by the gods, wantonly reaping the lives of the Demon Race's remaining forces with unstoppable momentum.
The lives of countless demons withered and fell in rapid succession.
For hundreds of millions of miles around the battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like seas!
The sky was filled everywhere with thick stench of blood and aura of death.
In just a few days, all the remnants of the Demon Race had been executed!
The Witch Race had undoubtedly achieved a great victory this time!
As for clearing and organizing the battlefield,
the ten million Witch Soldiers would naturally handle it.
Such insignificant tasks were not worth troubling great experts of the Witch Race like Xiao Ran, Kuafu, and Hou Yi.
Inside the cave abode of the True Howling Ancestor.
Xiao Ran, Kuafu, and Hou Yi drank deeply and ate meat in great mouthfuls.
They laughed heartily and celebrated the Witch Race's resounding victory!
Kuafu filled Xiao Ran's cup and said with a smile, "Brother Xiao Ran, you possess such extraordinary talent and peerless strength. Why don't you take command of an army again?"
Hou Yi said with booming confidence, "Exactly. If you took command of a tribe,"
"you would surely become the existence that most terrified the Demon Race!"
Xiao Ran raised his cup and drained it in one gulp before shaking his head. "I don't want to experience that kind of pain again!"
"Watching my clansmen die one after another right before my eyes!"
"That powerless feeling was too agonizing!"
Kuafu sighed. "What a pity!"
"For a Heavenly Pride like Brother Xiao Ran, someone of such outstanding talent, to be unable to lead troops against the Demon Race!"
"It's a tremendous loss for our Witch Race!"
Xiao Ran raised his brows. "You two elder brothers, don't worry!"
"Once I have sufficient strength, you won't need to say anything more!"
"I'll personally petition the Ancestor Witches to take command of the entire Witch Race and manage countless myriads of Witch Race members!"
Kuafu threw back his head and laughed heartily. "Good! You truly have great ambitions!"
"We didn't misjudge you!"
Hou Yi said excitedly, "Good! Then I, Hou Yi, will await that day!"
"When that time comes, we can fight alongside you again and exterminate the countless demonic beasts of the Demon Race!"
The three men were filled with enthusiasm. They drank fine wine and chatted animatedly.
Before they knew it, more than ten days had passed.
They had drunk several hundred jars of wine!
A few more days later, Xiao Ran bade farewell to Hou Yi and Kuafu.
He returned to Pangu Temple.
Inside the main hall, Xiao Ran sat cross-legged with his eyes narrowed slightly.
Whenever he closed and opened his eyes, his mind was filled with the scene of Houtu risking her life to save him from danger that day.
To save him, Houtu had not hesitated to pry open her own mouth and transfer her precious Ancestral Witch essence into him.
In his daze, Xiao Ran felt as if he had tasted her beauty, and Houtu's faint fragrance lingered throughout his body, impossible to dispel.
Xiao Ran let out several bitter laughs before shaking his head vigorously.
He forced himself not to think about it!
Ancestor Witch Houtu had only done it to save him!
How could she possibly like him?
Forget it!
He should think more about serious matters!
The Witch Race now had another batch of newborns.
As the Great Priest of the Witch Race,
he still wanted to think carefully about how to teach them to cultivate the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Strength technique quickly!
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