At the sight, every Ancestral Witch blazed with fighting spirit. They left the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Grand Formation and rose into the sky, their muscles bulging as light of every hue shone from their bodies and vast auras spread outward.
Dijiang declared, "Warriors of the Witch Clan, defeat Di Jun and the others, and we will become the rulers of heaven and earth! Follow me into battle!"
The Ancestral Witches and Great Shamans answered together. They had long been ready for battle, and now, their blood surging with excitement, they drew their weapons and charged at the Demon Race alongside Dijiang.
Lin Tian shook his head helplessly at the sight. Such recklessness from the Ancestral Witches was bound to lead to a grave mistake. The Witch Clan had held the advantage, but their rash intervention had now squandered it entirely.
Lin Tian had intended to stop the Ancestral Witches, but impulsiveness had always been the Witch Clan's nature. They were unlikely to listen to him.
Most importantly, breaking the Demon Race's Grand Formation had greatly boosted the Ancestral Witches' confidence. They all believed Di Jun and the others were no match for them, which was why they acted so recklessly.
Moreover, the Pangu True Body condensed by the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation still retained some power. Though weaker than before, a single strike could have killed many Demon Gods and diminished the Demon Race's strength.
Now that the other Ancestral Witches had all left the Grand Formation, Lin Tian alone could not sustain something so powerful. The Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Grand Formation dissipated, leaving only Lin Tian and the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Banners hovering in the void.
Lin Tian then raised his hand and swept the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Banners back into his pouch. After all, they were the treasures