Under Dijiang's stare, every Greater Demon present stiffened, an unusual gleam instinctively flashing through their eyes.
The might displayed by the Pangu True Form in today's battle had been far too powerful. If they took advantage of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' grievous injuries now, they might truly be able to kill one or two of them.
After all, Xuanming and Tianwu were severely wounded!
Both had fallen unconscious, while Zhurong and Gonggong looked as though they might pass out at any moment.
It could be said that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were now in no better condition than when Great Immortal Yangmei had attacked them in the outer starry expanse.
Perhaps they were even worse off!
Should we attack or not?
For a moment, the same thought rose in the eyes of every Greater Demon present.
Were they to simply let this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity slip away?
None of them could resign themselves to that!
"Fellow Daoists, would you lend us a hand?"
Bai Ze flashed over to Fuxi and Daochen's side.
"What are you planning to do?"
Fuxi looked utterly baffled.
He could not quite figure out what Bai Ze was up to.
Bai Ze pointed in the direction Dijiang and the others had left, then made a throat-cutting gesture at Fuxi.
His meaning was obvious: would Fuxi join them in attacking?
If he would, now was the time. Hurry!
Seeing that Bai Ze and the other Greater Demons intended to join forces against the badly depleted Twelve Ancestral Witches, Fuxi began to waver.
Such hesitation was rare for him.
He had already been pondering how to carve out a thread of hope for the Demon Race.
Striking at this moment was certainly an option!
But if they failed!
They would inevitably provoke endless retaliation from the Twelve Ancestral Witches.