Merit, a Plan

"But what about us? After the Pangu True Body strikes twice, apart from Jiufeng, less than twenty percent of our combat strength will remain. How will we contend with Di Jun, Taiyi, Dongwang Gong, and the others?"

"When that time comes, Di Jun, Taiyi, Dongwang Gong, and the others will likely spare no cost to kill two or three of us, preventing us from gathering the Twelve Ancestral Witches and setting up the Twelve Heavenly Fiendish Gods Formation."

"I am even worried that, even if we do not make a move, Di Jun, Taiyi, and Dongwang Gong will take advantage of the fact that our injuries have yet to fully recover and join forces to attack us, seeking an opportunity to kill two or three of us."

At those words, the Ancestral Witches all looked solemn, including even Zhurong and Gonggong.

Though they were hot-tempered and unwilling to use their brains, that did not mean they lacked basic judgment.

They truly had not expected that the Witch Clan, which had once shaken the entire Primordial World and stood unrivaled save for the Yingzhou Immortal Island Lineage, feared by all and dared to be offended by none, would now be in such danger.

Yet Jiufeng showed no hint of solemnity. Looking utterly confident, she said, "Elder brothers and elder sisters, there is no need to worry!"

Seeing that Jiufeng appeared entirely unconcerned, Dijiang asked delightedly, "Jiufeng, do you have a solution?"

Instead of answering, she asked, "Elder brothers and elder sisters, do you still remember how Di Jun and Taiyi rapidly recovered from their injuries during our last decisive battle with the Demon Clan, regaining forty to fifty percent of their combat strength from the brink of death?"

"Of course we remember. They used Merit!" Dijiang said, then asked doubtfully, "We