Whenever dragonkind traveled, wind and rain followed.
And so, on this day, the creatures of the Primordial World all witnessed a million enormous dragons riding boundless thunderclouds across the heavens of the Primordial World.
For a time, those creatures were utterly bewildered. They had no idea what the Dragon Clan, once an ancient overlord of the Primordial World, intended by emerging at a time like this.
From their menacing appearance, they were clearly looking to pick a fight with the Witch Clan.
But.
Had Zhulong gotten his head caught in a door?
Did he not know that the Twelve Ancestral Witches together could contend with Saints, and could even slaughter them when they summoned the Pangu true body phantom?
Whether it was Zhunti and Jieyin, who had been hacked apart earlier, or Primordial Heavenly Venerable, who still hung in the sky plugging the primordial land embryonic membrane after being hacked apart, all three Heavenly Dao Saints could attest to that.
And the Dragon Clan?
Though they had been one of the Primordial World's ancient overlords, and Ancestral Dragon himself had stood at the quasi-saint peak, even he could not compare with a Saint.
To put it in painfully blunt terms, the Dragon Clan would have been fine if they had stayed quietly tucked away in their corner as before. But if they overestimated themselves and tried to take on the Witch Clan...
The Twelve Ancestral Witches would likely join forces and wipe out their entire clan.
The strength of the two clans was simply beyond comparison.
And yet.
This time, under Zhulong's leadership, the Dragon Clan had actually poured out in full force, bringing the vast majority of their fighting strength and making a clear beeline for the Witch Clan.
Had their entire clan lost its mind and decided to