Attack the Sun Star? Can Nine of Us Beat Them?

The six Ancestral Witch of Dijiang looked grim, lost in thought, unable to extricate themselves from their contemplation.

I was deeply moved and remained so for a long, long time.

"By the way! How are Gonggong and the others?"

One of the Ancestral Witch came to his senses and suddenly asked a question. Then, they all looked at the Three Ancestors witches Jumang, Xizi, Gonggong were lying on the ground, seemingly dead or alive.

I was so caught up in the awe that I forgot about them.

The six Ancestral Witch of Dijiang went over to examine him, their expressions gradually becoming serious; the injuries were far more severe than they had imagined.

Jumang 'Ancestral Witch entire body was shattered; the terrifying power destroyed all his bones and blood, extinguishing his life force until he was barely clinging to life.

Their Ancestral Witch were renowned for their physical bodies, which were their greatest treasure. Now that this treasure has been destroyed, their vitality is gradually fading away.

Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch of water, understood water better than anyone else. As a result, an inextinguishable flame burned within his body, devouring his life force.

As for Xizi, the Ancestral Witch of electricity, who was skilled in the elemental laws of electricity, he was now paralyzed by lightning, his entire body was charred, not a single part was intact, and he looked like a rotten wooden stake that had been struck by lightning.

Just by looking at their miserable state, Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witch could feel how tragic the battle must have been.

"Quickly! Carry them into the Divine Hall to heal their wounds!" Dijiang immediately ordered. The situation was urgent; any later and they might have to return to the embrace of their Father God.

"And you too, why didn't you tell me about this crisis sooner!"

Dijiang scolded Zhu Jiuyin, Houtu, Qiangliang, saying they were too busy talking and would have been gone if they had been any later.

Immediately, the group of Ancestral Witch carefully carried the three lying compatriots into the Pangu Temple.

In the center of the Pangu Temple, there is a Blood Pool, vast and boundless, filled with the misty aura of blood, which turns into smoke and exudes an ancient and grand atmosphere.

They dragged the three severely injured Ancestral Witch and carefully placed them into the Blood Pool.

Instantly, the calm blood energy stirred and roared, as if it had come alive and been given life, spreading wildly to Gonggong, Jumang, and Xizi, seeping into their bodies.

In an instant, a strange connection seemed to form between them and the Blood Pool; the powerful heartbeats, like morning bells and evening drums, resonated within the Blood Pool.

The blood in the Blood Pool seeped into their wounded bodies, forcefully penetrating their almost stopped hearts and pounding them with life. The blood contained a powerful vitality, spreading everywhere and awakening their dormant bodies.

Dijiang and the Ancestral Witch watched with solemn expressions. Even now, they couldn't guarantee that the three of them were alright. On the bright side, even if they could be saved, it would take many years for them to recover.

This means that for a long period of time, their Witch Clan will lack the fighting power of three Ancestral Witch.

A tremendous loss!

"Brother! We must avenge our brothers!" Ancestral Witch Tian Wu said with a face full of grief and indignation, his words filled with rage.

This is the first time they have suffered such a setback since their debut.

This is absolutely unacceptable!

Always acting recklessly, they were struck down and all they could think about was revenge!

After all, it's always been the Twelve Ancestral Witches who have been fighting everything; when did it turn out the other way around?

Upon hearing this, Dijiang said with a look of self-reproach, "It's all my elder brother's fault. He shouldn't have separated us. If Twelve Ancestral Witches us had gone together, this wouldn't have happened!"

As he said this, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes. If all twelve of them went out together, no matter what the Three Crows or the Three Pure Ones were, they would all be no match for them and would be shattered!

How could you let your three brothers suffer such harm!

"Brother! I can't take this anymore! I'll storm the Sun Star and avenge him!" Zhurong was furious; how could he not avenge such a humiliating defeat?

I can't wait a second longer!

Upon hearing this, most of the Ancestral Witch were somewhat moved, except for those who had suffered at the Ancestral Witch of Ling Xiao, who felt that the idea was debatable.

Houtu immediately spoke up, saying earnestly, "Brother, you mustn't! Now is not the time for revenge; it would only give the demon race an opportunity!"

"What opportunity is there to take advantage of? Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed!" Zhurong coldly shouted, completely disregarding the demon race.

Houtu Qiangliang, standing nearby, couldn't help but speak up:

"Um... listen to me, actually... I think the nine of us might not be able to defeat the Three Crows. Think about it, the six of us Ancestral Witch couldn't even defeat Ling Xiao, let alone the two Golden Crow!"

"Also, the Three Crows are not on the sun now; they are on the Immortal Island!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the Ancestral Witch looked at Qiangliang with strange expressions. Had this guy's brain been damaged?

How did someone who was always the first to charge into fights change like this?

How can you say something like that?

Upon closer reflection, Qiangliang's words did make some sense, but even if they did, they couldn't be accepted.

Do they admit that their Ancestral Witch are inferior to the Golden Crow?

Admit that nine of them couldn't beat three... or one?

"Qiangliang, we are the true Pangu Orthodox Lineage. With the Father God before us, how upright and indomitable we are! Don't say such discouraging things again."

Dijiang reprimanded with a stern face, displaying the authority of an elder brother. Just a moment ago, he had a one in a thousand thought that Qiangliang.

Upon closer analysis, if six Ancestral Witch were sent and three were defeated, does having nine Ancestral Witch guarantee a victory?

Besides, if they seek revenge now, even if they perform exceptionally well and defeat the Three Crows, the demon race might still take advantage of their weakness and launch a sneak attack from behind.

It might even force the Golden Crow to side with the demon race, something that absolutely cannot happen.

Thinking of this, Dijiang coughed lightly and said, "Let Golden Crow go for now. When our three brothers return, we can let them take revenge themselves. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

He came up with an excuse that was both respectable and reasonable, which won him applause and was almost unanimously approved by the Ancestral Witch.

"The most urgent task is to crush the demon race as soon as possible."

"Qiangliang just said, the demon race also suffered heavy losses in the battle on Immortal Island. This is our chance."

Dijiang spoke loudly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"Alright! Kill the demons! If it weren't for them, we wouldn't have gone to the Immortal Island!" Qiangliang suddenly got excited and wanted to lead the charge.

The other Ancestral Witch also felt there was some truth to this, and their killing intent towards the demon race intensified.

At the same time.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains, the stronghold of the demon race.

The atmosphere was rather somber; many seats in the once-full hall were now empty.

Kunpeng was torn apart alive and hasn't returned since; nobody knows where he's hiding.

Of the ten great demons, some were never to return. In the battle, they were melted by Ling Xiao's transformation into the sun, their bodies and spirits annihilated.

Feidan, Qinyuan, Citie, and Shangyang, the four great demons, died on the spot.

The remaining six are Baize, Jimeng, Yingzhao, Feilian, Guiche, and Jiuying.

These ten great demons were the most powerful demons besides Nuwa, Kunpeng, and Fuxi. Now, with four of them gone, it is a devastating loss.

Fuxi, who stayed at the main camp to oversee the situation, never expected that such a thing would happen.

The already impoverished demon race was now facing even greater hardship!