In the void of Chaos, one could have heard a pin drop.
Goumang lay in the void, his aura barely perceptible. If not for the faint traces of Yi Wood Law occasionally circulating around him, everyone would have thought he was dead.
Dijiang and the other ten Ancestral Witches stared in disbelief at the unconscious Goumang lying in the void. Even now, they struggled to accept it.
A mighty Ancestral Shaman of the Witch Clan had actually lost to a member of the Demon Race in a contest of physical strength.
"Eldest Brother, let me go!"
Zhurong stepped out from among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his expression grave as he looked at Daochen.
Their bodies were the Witch Clan's greatest pride. His dignity as a descendant of Pangu made it impossible for him to accept their defeat in this battle.
"Go do what? Do you think you can take Daochen one-on-one with your strength?"
Xuanming immediately spoke coldly.
As the Yi Wood Ancestral Witch, Goumang did rank last among the Twelve Ancestral Witches in combat prowess. But thanks to the formidable strength of their Ancestral Witch True Forms, the gap between them was not large.
They could suppress Goumang, but beating him until he could not fight back at all?
Impossible!
"We haven't fought yet. How do you know I'm no match for Daochen in physical strength alone?"
A trace of anger flashed across Zhurong's face.
Despite his words, he understood deep down that Xuanming's remarks, harsh as they were, were true.
He was indeed no match for Daochen.
The only difference might be that his defeat would look a little less humiliating than Goumang's!
If he insisted on fighting and lost again, once word spread, the Witch Clan would instead earn a reputation for accepting a wager but refusing