The Twelve Ancestral Witches had left.
But the many mighty figures of the Primordial World present could no longer keep calm.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches' grievous injuries were a heaven-sent opportunity for the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans!
If they could seize this chance to unite the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans and establish a force capable of contending with the Witch Clan, they would have the strength to resist even when the Twelve Ancestral Witches emerged from seclusion.
That was better than foolishly waiting for the Witch Clan to devour them piece by piece until they were reduced to blood food.
Indeed, quite a few of these mighty figures were already thinking of using this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to unite the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans and deal the Witch Clan a vicious blow—one that would leave them afraid to venture beyond Mount Buzhou for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years!
Seeing the different schemes brewing in the minds of the mighty figures present, Daochen smiled.
For all Hongjun's calculations, he probably never imagined that, after using Great Immortal Yangmei to beat the Twelve Ancestral Witches down to less than a tenth of their fighting strength,
these seemingly harmless mighty figures of the Primordial World would start harboring schemes of their own.
Even a cornered dog would leap over a wall, let alone these mighty figures!
"Off we go!"
The grand spectacle was over, and honestly, Daochen had found it wonderfully entertaining and immensely satisfying.
Especially since Hongjun had extinguished the fire that was the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only for another blaze to spring up where he least expected it.
Daochen could already foresee that, once these mighty figures found someone who could serve as their backbone and formed a force capable of resisting the Witch