Di Jun could not help recalling the sight of Houtu beating Golden Cicada to death with three punches. For some reason, his palms kept sweating faintly.
At that moment, the other mighty figures of the Demon Race all cursed Golden Cicada inwardly in unison, while secretly praying that Ancestral Witch Houtu would not discover them.
Yet often, the more one hoped something would not happen, the more determined it seemed to happen.
Having heard Lin Tian's inward complaints, Houtu already knew that Di Jun had brought the Demon Race Army and hidden nearby. After witnessing Golden Cicada's final actions before his death,
she instinctively turned her gaze toward a certain direction in the sky.
When Golden Cicada had shouted, "Demon Emperor, save me!" his eyes had looked that way.
At that moment, the hundreds of millions of demons hiding in that stretch of void felt utterly terrified!
There was no helping it.
The last time the Twelve Ancestral Witches had joined forces to deploy the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation, they had left an enormous shadow over the hearts of these mighty demons.
Especially since that Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation had actually upgraded mid-battle, directly summoning a phantom of the Pangu True Body that rivaled a Saint.
Who could they possibly appeal to over that?
That was precisely why, when the six Saints, including Zhunti and Jieyin, had appeared in the Thirty-Three Heavens last time, so many mighty demons had willingly offered up treasures, hoping to enter a Saint's tutelage.
This time,
it was purely because, before their departure, Demon Emperor Di Jun had assured them that a Saint-level being would intervene, causing either Gonggong or Zhurong to fall.
With one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches missing, they would be unable to join forces and deploy the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation.