The Ancestral Witches marched in neat formation. Halfway through, Dijiang suddenly shouted, "Kill."
The result was that the Twelve Ancestral Witches flew swiftly and uniformly into the Demon Clan camp.
Before the Demon Clan could recover, twelve successive booms rang out, instantly clearing out a vast swath of Demon Clan members.
Dijun's mind went blank. The Ancestral Witches had self-destructed? What about them? Were they supposed to self-destruct too?
Fuck, what was this? If they were going to self-destruct, they should have said so earlier. A Sage's script could change whenever it needed to, right?
Wasn't this just dragging them down with them?
But just as that thought crossed his mind, an even more unbelievable scene unfolded.
Taiyi, standing nearby, began to doubt his existence as a demon. "Big Brother, are there really this many Ancestral Witches? And they're all fucking identical. If this turned into a real fight, even ten Demon Clans wouldn't be enough for them to beat."
What every member of the Demon Clan saw was the following:
Rows upon rows of Ancestral Witches stood in perfect formation, twelve to a row. As for how many rows there were, there had to be at least a hundred.
After a short run-up, the twelve Ancestral Witches in the foremost row leaped into the air and landed amid the Demon Clan.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Another twelve perfectly synchronized explosions.
Then row after row charged forward without pause. The moment they reached the Demon Clan, twelve explosions immediately followed.
What drove everyone mad was that although dozens of rows had clearly rushed out ahead, the rear ranks somehow quickly filled back in.
The entire formation looked as though nothing had moved at all.
That was why Taiyi blurted it out. At this rate, forget ten Demon Clans—even a hundred or