"Since you have invited us so warmly, Fellow Daoist Eastern Prince, how could I, Dijiang, possibly refuse?"
Dijiang laughed heartily as he spoke.
After Hongjun's third lecture, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would have fully recovered from their injuries, with the complete Dutian Divine Fiend Formation at their disposal.
Why would he fear a mere Eastern Prince?
What a joke!
Xuanming swept a cold glance over Eastern Prince, looking at him as though he were already dead, then strode into the Purple Heavens Palace.
Behind her, Rushou and the other Great Shamans of the Witch Clan did the same, making no attempt to restrain their auras as they shook heaven and earth!
The surrounding mighty figures of the Primordial World frowned slightly at the sight.
They could not shake the feeling that the Witch Clan had come to the Purple Heavens Palace not to hear the Dao, but to intimidate the foremost powers of the Primordial World!
In fact, their impressions were entirely correct.
The Witch Clan had come this time to flex its muscles!
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had now all but recovered from their injuries, and the time had truly come for the Witch Clan to bare its fangs.
"A storm is coming. Our Demon Race is in peril!"
Seeing Dijiang and the others behave this way, not only did Eastern Prince's expression darken, but Bai Ze and the other Greater Demons looked little better.
Over the years, Eastern Prince's Heavenly Court and the Witch Clan had kept each other in check through their bloody battles, giving the Demon Race a rare stretch of peaceful days.
The demons of Mount Buzhou, once hunted down mercilessly by the Witch Clan, had gradually begun to recover their strength after years of rest and recuperation.
Yet those good days had barely begun!