Zixiao Palace, Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun was keeping watch on the Witch-Demon Battlefield at all times.
"I never expected the Witch Race's Primordial Spirits to have grown to such an extent."
"Especially Houtu. Her Primordial Spirit has actually reached perfection."
"Judging by the Dao Rhythm around her, she has already begun comprehending and cultivating the Great Dao."
Hongjun's brow furrowed.
He had never expected the Witch Race, which had remained holed up in Pangu Temple, to have developed such terrifying combat strength.
Di Jun, Taiyi, and the other demons were no match for them at all.
Fortunately, he had decided on a whim to test the Witch Race's strength.
Otherwise, if they had been allowed to keep cultivating, something disastrous might have happened.
But the Demon Race was now in peril. Fortunately, he had made preparations long ago.
Changsheng Heaven.
Lin Changsheng merely glanced at the Witch-Demon War before withdrawing his gaze.
Whether it was the Demon Race's desire to wipe out the Witch Race or Dao Ancestor Hongjun's schemes-
With the Demon Race's current strength, they could not possibly match the Witch Race.
But the Dao Ancestor had actually sent those people to intervene. It seemed he truly was getting anxious.
Lin Changsheng chuckled softly, then transmitted a few words and paid the matter no further attention.
This was only the first battle of the Witch-Demon War.
The time for the decisive battle had not yet come.
The Witch-Demon Battlefield.
Di Jun and the other Demon Race Mighty Figures were already in grave danger.
Without any other means, they would likely perish here.
Just then, four streaks of flight light approached from afar.
Once Di Jun saw who the four were, delight immediately shone in his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Taiqing."
"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi."
"Fellow Daoist Jieyin."