A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
As agreed, Nuwa treated the Witch Clan members before flying straight to the Heavenly Court, claiming that she was going to treat the Demon Clan's wounded.
But with that delay back and forth, a hundred years had been wasted. Many wounded Demon Clan members had died before Nuwa could treat them.
Nuwa had no solution to this either. After all, the Witch Clan had ultimately won the previous war. If she had not treated the Witch Clan members first, Di Jiang would never have agreed to cease hostilities.
Over the past hundred years, Dijun had actually been filled with regret. Before the Demon Clan had launched its full-scale assault on the Witch Clan, Fuxi had tried to dissuade him, saying that this was not the best time. If they waited until he had fully comprehended the grand formation, dealing with the Witch Clan would be effortless.
But Dijun had been far too inflated at the time. He believed the Demon Clan's strength far surpassed that of the Witch Clan and had not taken them seriously.
Moreover, after destroying Dongwang Gong's Immortal Court, the luck of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court had surged considerably. Even the injuries to the Dao that he and Taiyi had suffered while joining forces to stop Dongwang Gong's self-destruction had rapidly recovered under the nourishment of that luck.
Having already tasted the benefits of gathering luck, how could Dijun possibly stop?
Besides, his greatest wish was to unite the Primordial World. It seemed to be a mission he had been born with.
Thus, Dijun could not wait any longer. But he had never expected the Witch Clan to be so powerful. Even the Demon Clan's all-out assault had failed to shake them, and they could only