When Zhu Jiuyin finished summing things up, the entire hall fell silent.
Although they had been prepared for it, now that Zhu Jiuyin had laid out the harshest reality in the plainest terms, they couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.
Indeed, what use was it, no matter how well they did?
Hongjun, as the Dao Ancestor, could undo the countless years of effort put in by billions of Witch Race warriors with just a single word.
And they didn't even need to talk about Hongjun. Jieyin and Zhunti alone were more than enough to make the Witch Race suffer a great loss.
If the Witch Race really couldn't withstand Jieyin and Zhunti's moral coercion this time, and emerged from seclusion to help them, then even if everything went smoothly and the Witch Race truly managed to temporarily resolve the Turbid Qi problem in the Western World,
the countless beings in the Western World would be grateful not to the Witch Race, but to Jieyin and Zhunti, who had schemed against the Witch Race and then forced them to come to the rescue.
Seeing that the Ancestral Witches and Great Witches present had begun to understand many things, Zhu Jiuyin still felt it wasn't enough.
So he twisted the knife further. "Actually, Jieyin and Zhunti could be even more ruthless. After we've gone to great lengths, they'd only need to add one sentence: 'Since the Witch Race can absorb Turbid Qi, why can't they completely clear all the Turbid Qi from the Western World?'"
Hiss...
Once the effects of the Turbid Qi had worn off, the Ancestral Witches and Great Witches, whose brains had finally started working, drew in sharp breaths.
Because if they were in Jieyin and Zhunti's shoes, they might think the same way. Since the Witch