At first, even the Heavenly Dao had been startled by the Ancestral Witches' style of fighting.
It did not know whether the Heavenly Dao had a heartbeat, but if it did, it was probably racing out of control.
It had wanted to descend and investigate immediately. This was simply too bizarre.
Who fought wars by blowing themselves up like this, and in what seemed like an endless supply?
Moreover, in the Heavenly Dao Eye's view, these Ancestral Witches were nothing but spiritual energy—clumps of spiritual energy so dense it had reached the extreme.
It sensed that the spiritual energy of the entire prehistoric world was nearly being drained dry.
Yet for some reason, despite such massive extraction of spiritual energy, its density should at least have dropped by a full level by now.
But strangely, not only had it not decreased, there were even faint signs that it was growing denser.
Naturally, the Heavenly Dao did not want such an unreasonable thing to exist. Otherwise, it would become a ticking bomb for the prehistoric world—a very dangerous ticking bomb.
Yet just as the Heavenly Dao wanted to descend and get to the bottom of it, it discovered that the Witch Race's method of fighting was very much to its liking, as huge swaths of the Demon Clan were being wiped out.
It thought that if the Witch Race did not perish in the end, it could simply use excessive slaughter as a pretext to send down heavenly punishment and destroy them.
Thus, it did not investigate right away.
But by the time the Heavenly Dao remembered to investigate, it was nearly driven to despair.
There was no other reason.
As great numbers of the Demon Clan died, Heavenly Dao Luck began vanishing in bursts, as though it had gone mad.