After all, those Ancestral Witches devoted themselves entirely to tempering their fleshly bodies and could not cultivate Primordial Spirits. They were bound to lack sufficient resistance to secret arts and divine abilities that targeted the mind.
And with his power as a Saint, success would surely be as easy as reaching out and taking it!
At that thought, Saint Zhunti could not help feeling immensely pleased with himself.
He was already imagining how, after the Demon Race defeated the Witch Clan, he would use their strength to spread the teachings of the Western Religion throughout the Primordial World and the Myriad Heavens.
Zhunti smugly transmitted his voice to his Senior Brother:
"Junior Sister Nuwa and Di Jun are ultimately far too shortsighted."
"They know perfectly well that those Ancestral Witches possess unmatched combat strength in the Primordial World, not to mention that the Twelve Ancestral Witches can join forces to summon a phantom of the Pangu True Body."
"Yet they still want to clash head-on with monsters like those Ancestral Witches. Aren't they brain-dead?"
"The future of the Primordial World will still have to depend on you and me, Senior Brother Jieyin."
As Saint Zhunti spoke, his face bore the look of someone holding every winning card.
It was as though he had already tucked the entire Primordial World into his pocket.
Saint Jieyin naturally would not shatter his Junior Brother's fantasies, because he thought exactly the same way himself.
A moment later.
An immensely excited Di Jun immediately rang the Demon-Gathering Bell.
He summoned the Ten Great Demon Marshals and all the Demon Gods stationed among the Celestial Cycle Stars.
He intended to mobilize every reserve the Demon Race possessed, seize this golden opportunity, and wage war against the Witch Clan again!
However, Di Jun had not completely lost