Houtu fell silent for a moment before saying, "Second Brother, look at our clansmen below. It's true that we hold the advantage, but by now, we've already lost thirty percent of our people in this battle!
The Demon Clan may not cherish their own people, but are the Witch Clan's people supposed to be the same?
Besides, the Demon Clan may seem to be suppressed by us, but they have thirteen quasi-sages. If they are truly driven to the brink and decide to risk everything by self-destructing...
Even if we manage to wipe out the Demon Clan, how many of our clansmen will remain? How many of us brothers and sisters will be left?
Even Mount Buzhou, left behind by Father God, may be affected."
Houtu's words silenced Zhu Jiuyin. He could not help recalling the scenes he had once witnessed in the river of time, where the Witch Clan and Demon Clan went to war and ultimately suffered devastating casualties.
Back then, he had often discussed with his eldest brother how to deal with such a situation and minimize their clansmen's losses.
Now that this very scene was playing out before him, all he could think about was why they should not keep fighting. There was clearly something wrong with that!
At that thought, Zhu Jiuyin's reason returned.
A moment later, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Bai Jing gathered in Pangu Hall.
Nuwa remained outside, treating the injured Witch Clan members.
The atmosphere in Pangu Hall was somewhat heavy. After a long while, Di Jiang finally broke the silence. "I never expected so many of our people to fall in this battle. I thought the Witch Clan was stronger than the Demon Clan, and that once we truly fought, we could swiftly deal with them. In the end, I