"Ancestral Witch Zhurong, shouldn't you be in Pangu Temple suppressing the earth's Turbid Qi and Killing Intent? What are you doing here?"
Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the hundreds of millions of fierce Witch Race elites bearing down on them, Dijun felt a bad premonition rise in his heart and spoke coldly.
The Demon Race elites had suffered grievous losses, while he and Eastern Emperor Taiyi had likewise been wounded by Eastern King Lord's self-destruction.
If a great war broke out with the Witch Race at this time, the odds would be stacked heavily against them.
"Haha, we didn't get our fill last time. This time, you two mangy birds can forget about running away!"
Ancestral Witch Zhurong of the Twelve Ancestral Witches stared at Dijun with ill intent. The Wu and Demon Clans were natural enemies, and now that Dijun and Taiyi were injured while the Demon Race elites had also suffered heavy losses—
The Witch Race naturally would not let this golden opportunity slip away.
Rumble!
The next moment, Ancestral Witch Zhurong was the first to strike. Chaos Fire coiled around his fist as he smashed it viciously toward Dijun and Taiyi. At the same time, all Twelve Ancestral Witches attacked, beginning their siege of Dijun and Taiyi. For a time, even the Chaos Bell was battered until it hummed incessantly. Within it, Dijun and Taiyi cried inwardly in misery, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.
During the First Lich War, there had been the Dao Ancestor's Edict: for one yuanhui, the Wu and Demon Clans were forbidden from starting another conflict.
Heavenly Dao Ancestor Hongjun was the teacher of all Saints. Even Heavenly Dao Sages were like ants before him. Yet the Ancestral Witches actually dared to directly defy the Dao Ancestor's Edict!
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