Moreover, bolstered by the power of Heavenly Dao Merit, the Thought-Intent Dharma Forms they had condensed had also reached the Quasi-Saint realm.
With this twofold improvement, their strength had reached a terrifying level.
Even a Saint would find it exceedingly difficult to kill an Ancestral Witch caught alone!
This was the source of Houtu's confidence.
Without this increase in strength, Houtu's first choice would have been to join forces with her eleven elder brothers.
Together, they would have deployed the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation, summoned the phantom of Father God Pan Gu's true body, and hacked apart the Heavenly Dao Saint who dared intrude into the Zhurong Tribe!
But now that their own strength had increased, they could no longer simply charge headfirst into everything as they had before.
Just as these thoughts arose in Houtu's mind, the flames burning above Zhurong's head turned blue with fright once again.
There was no helping it.
Ever since his little sister Houtu had given him that savagely brutal beating, Zhurong had been left with a severe psychological scar.
Especially this time-who knew what intentions this Heavenly Dao Saint harbored while lurking in his tribe?
And he had even openly assumed the posture of someone waiting for Zhurong to return.
Wasn't he deliberately trying to get Zhurong killed?
If his little sister Houtu misunderstood and thought he was secretly colluding with a Heavenly Dao Saint, wouldn't she hammer him to pieces on the spot?
Just thinking about it was terrifying!
Although Zhurong knew perfectly well that this was only his own conjecture, and that neither his eldest brother Dijiang nor his little sister Houtu would suspect him of such a thing.
He simply couldn't stop his mind from running wild!
For a moment, Zhurong wished he could manifest his Ancestral Witch True Form,