Especially the Great Shamans within the Witch Clan Tribes, whom the Ancestral Witches had ordered to stand ready for battle.
When they saw the phantom of their Father God's true form, jointly summoned by their Ancestral Witches, display such unrestrained dominance, they all instinctively cheered.
Some Great Shamans even began secretly wondering whether they should follow suit and make themselves a cloak out of fresh flowers.
Temptation appeared on the faces of Xing Tian, Hou Yi, Kuafu, Wind Earl, and the other Great Shamans.
As for worrying about the Ancestral Witches' safety?
Not a chance.
In the minds of these Great Shamans, the Ancestral Witches were synonymous with strength. This time, they had even joined forces to summon the Pangu True Body Phantom.
That was an existence of supreme might, the object of faith for their entire Witch Clan.
Even the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, whom the Ancestral Witches intended to kill this time, had merely taken form from a fragment of Great God Pangu's primordial spirit.
Wasn't that just a father going to beat up his son?
He could thrash him effortlessly!
Suppose the Ancestral Witches failed and were killed by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable instead.
That would be no great matter either.
It would simply mean the Ancestral Witches themselves were not strong enough to suppress everything in the world!
At worst, their Witch Clan would be exterminated, and they would return to Father God Pan Gu's embrace.
Perhaps Father God Pan Gu, who had slain the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods before dying of exhaustion from opening the world, would even feel pleased to see them fight with all their strength until death.
It had to be said that the Witch Clan was a bizarre race filled with self-destructive tendencies from top to bottom. Its survival to this