Pingxin murmured, "I've already sent Minghe."
"Minghe alone won't be enough! Tell Xingtian and Jiufeng to bring their clansmen. If that fails, I can go myself!" The mysterious voice continued to echo.
Pingxin sighed softly. "Very well... I'll send word to Xingtian now."
Chaos Water churned amid endless slaughter!
Quasi-Saints battled the divine water, unleashing power that swept across the battlefield!
Water boiled, the earth roared, and the sky cracked with explosions!
The entire Primordial World shook. If not for the ocean below, this stretch of the Primordial Land might have been shattered.
Then Xingtian received a message. The eyes that had formed on his chest widened in shock. "Is it true, Ancestral Witch Houtu?"
Xingtian asked, but the voice had already vanished.
He threw back his head and laughed. "Hahaha! There's hope for the Wu Clan! Hope for the Wu Clan! Everything here belongs to us now! Anyone who stands in our way will face a fight to the death!"
His words startled the Quasi-Saints who had been fighting. None of them understood what was happening.
Xingtian raised his axe to the sky and roared, "Warriors of the Wu Clan, let your Battle Intent soar! The time for slaughter has come again!"
Across Northern Jambudvipa, cries rang out. "Wu! Wu!"
Countless voices shook the Primordial World.
Ren had already returned to the city where they were stationed. Watching the Mystic Light Mirror with the others, he said, "Has Xingtian lost his mind?"
Lei Zhenzi thought for a moment. "Who knows? Why has the Wu Clan suddenly gone wild? Are they trying to start another Witch-Demon War?"
Yunxiao murmured gently, "Surely the Wu Clan won't start a war. If the Wu Clan and Demon Race clash again, the whole Primordial World will fall into chaos."
Chapter 1889: Nezha's