"Kill!"
"Since the Demon Race wants to split up our Twelve Ancestral Witches, we'll stay together and crush everything in our path! Kill whoever we catch, and spare not a single demon we encounter along the way!"
"Without killing, we cannot establish our might. Without killing, we cannot do right by the sons of our Witch Clan who died. As for the Three Pure Ones, we can go after them once we've slaughtered these demons."
Nearly a quarter of their clansmen had been wiped out in one stroke. The Witch Clan would certainly retaliate. Since the demons had split into three forces to surround and slaughter their tribes, they would destroy those forces one by one, killing as many as they could. They would not spare even ordinary demons. They had to kill enough to settle the score!
The Witch Clan could not swallow this humiliation.
This blood debt could not go unpaid!
Originally, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had intended to deal with the Three Pure Ones before turning their weapons on these greater demons.
Yet they had never expected the greater demons hiding in dark corners to stir up trouble first.
Since the Demon Race wanted to play an open stratagem against the Witch Clan, the Witch Clan would simply crush its way through them, killing every demon it caught until terror chilled their hearts and they no longer dared show their faces!
"Then let us set out now. After this battle, I do not want to see a trace of the Demon Race for a thousand years!"
Dijiang thundered in a deep voice. The next instant, he shot out of Pangu Hall and headed toward Mount Ten Thousand Witches.
Behind Dijiang, the other eleven Ancestral Witches followed one after another.
Every one of their eyes brimmed with towering