Dijiang's expression was utterly grim. He had never expected this battle between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones to escalate to such a degree.
Before the Three Pure Ones had stepped into the realm of Great Luo Golden Immortals, any one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches could easily crush them with physical strength alone.
Yet after receiving the many supreme treasures bestowed by Hongjun, the Three Pure Ones' strength had soared to an extent he had never imagined.
They had been forced to deploy the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation and summon the Pangu True Form.
In truth, Dijiang did not want to use the Pangu True Form unless he had absolutely no other choice.
He would rather crush the Three Pure Ones with their own strength.
Only then could they truly prove in everyone's eyes that the Witch Clan was the rightful Pangu Orthodox Lineage!
Rather than relying on Pangu's legacy to dominate the Primordial World.
"Eldest Brother, summon Father God's true form!"
Rushou walked up to Dijiang and spoke with a somber expression.
With Xuanming and Shebishi gravely wounded, and Gonggong and Zhurong unable to fight, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would surely lose if this continued!
But Rushou could not resign himself to abandoning the Pangu Orthodox Succession Dispute and acknowledging the Three Pure Ones as the Pangu Orthodox Lineage!
Not just Rushou-the other Ancestral Witches' hearts were likewise filled with defiance.
Their Witch Clan neither revered heaven nor worshipped earth. They honored Pangu alone.
They had always regarded themselves as Pangu's descendants.
Why should they yield the title of Pangu Orthodox Lineage to the Three Pure Ones?
Even if everyone in the Primordial World later mocked the Twelve Ancestral Witches for relying solely on Pangu's legacy, what did it matter?
If they could not beat