As Dijiang's words fell, the previously quiet gathering of mighty figures from the Primordial World erupted into turmoil.
Many of them had come to sound out the Witch Clan's attitude. If an opportunity arose to build good relations with the clan, they could leave themselves a path to survival when the Witch Clan grew stronger.
Yet they had never expected Dijiang to lay their little schemes bare with such overbearing words the moment he spoke.
The Witch Clan intended to unite the Primordial World under its rule!
Now, only two paths lay before these mighty figures.
Either submit to the Witch Clan from this day forward and offer up their clansmen for the witches to feast upon!
Or tear away all pretense of cordiality with the Witch Clan and meet their deaths.
Though the former offered a sliver of hope for survival, it was even harder for them to accept than death.
As figures who stood at the pinnacle of the Primordial World, who would willingly live at another's beck and call?
The next moment, streaks of light flashed as some of the mighty figures immediately departed Mount Buzhou, heading for their own sanctuaries.
In the blink of an eye, half of them were gone.
Watching one mighty figure after another leave, Dijiang remained utterly calm. Clearly, he had anticipated this scene.
"Dijiang has gone too far!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi gazed at the figures outside Pangu Hall, killing intent soaring into the sky around them, and a trace of anger flashed through his golden eyes.
They were simply too overbearing!
They meant to leave no one a way out!
"The Witch Clan may have the strength to unite the Primordial World, but acting so brutally and leaving others no path to survival? As long as the Twelve Ancestral Witches remain,