Di Jun had long known that this Fierce Beast from the Primordial Era, which had reached the Quasi-Saint Realm, had become a disciple of Saint Zhunti.
His appearance on Mount Buzhou this time had to be on Zhunti's orders, to bewilder Zhurong and Gonggong's minds and make them fight to the death.
The success of this operation rested entirely on Golden Cicada.
Golden Cicada, whom Di Jun was watching closely, was now cautiously approaching the battlefield between the two Ancestral Witches, Zhurong and Gonggong.
He had to conceal his aura while constantly dodging the residual waves of law power that permeated the battlefield, lest he be discovered.
Closer!
Closer!
At this distance, as soon as he found an opening, he could throw out the two Golden Lotuses Saint Zhunti had bestowed upon him, which contained the Western Lands' Heart-Misguiding Divine Ability.
Then Gonggong and Zhurong would no longer fight in a sparring match as they were now, but stake their lives against each other.
As long as one of these two Ancestral Witches fell, the Witch Clan's Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation would collapse without even being attacked, and Di Jun and the Demon Race Army lurking nearby could charge straight out.
Heh heh.
When that time came, having accomplished such a great feat, I could not only receive the reward promised by the Saint of the Western Lands, but also get a share of benefits from Di Jun.
Just as Golden Cicada was lost in his fantasies, he suddenly discovered that Houtu had barged in!
Golden Cicada looked at Houtu, who had suddenly entered the battlefield, then at the two Golden Lotuses Saint Zhunti had given him, and suddenly found himself in a quandary.
Three Ancestral Witches, two Golden Lotuses.
How exactly am I supposed to use them?
While Golden