No one had expected a Witch-Demon War of such tremendous fanfare to begin with a tiger's head and end with a snake's tail. It also left people puzzled as to what exactly the Demon Race was trying to accomplish.
But only the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the many Greater Demons knew in their hearts just how perilous this battle had been.
The slightest misstep could have sent an entire race into decline.
After this experience, the Witch Clan had learned its lesson. They no longer behaved as arrogantly as before, allowing their tribes to scatter freely across the Primordial Continent.
Instead, they moved back one by one to the area surrounding Mount Buzhou, spreading outward across the primordial land.
This way, even if the Demon Race attacked again, they could rush to one another's aid as quickly as possible, rather than being left so helpless that all their clansmen had already perished by the time reinforcements arrived.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had vented their anger, but far away in the Chaos Void, the Nine-Headed Origin Spirit and the others had not behaved themselves like Bai Ze and stopped provoking the Witch Clan.
Instead, they continued watching the Primordial Continent intently, waiting for an opportunity-the best possible moment to strike at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
The Primordial World seemed to have fallen quiet once more, yet the Tribulation Aura constantly spreading throughout it still gave the sense of a gathering storm.
Unfortunately, caught in the vortex of the great tribulation, the Witch Clan and Demon Race could scarcely sense this Tribulation Aura.
"Big Brother, how are we supposed to resolve this? Think of something for your little sister!"
On Mount Buzhou, Nüwa tugged Fuxi's ear and shouted.
Ever since returning from the Sun Star, Nüwa had lost all interest in secluded