Bai Ze was panicking like hell.
If Daochen had not ordered him to deliver this news to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, no matter what...
Bai Ze would absolutely have taken to his heels at the first opportunity.
To hell with you! What did your Witch Clan living or dying have to do with my Demon Race!!!!
"Demon Marshal, this way, please."
Just as Bai Ze stood there in a daze, another Great Shaman's voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
This Great Shaman's voice sounded strong and full of vigor.
Clearly, he had yet to suffer society's brutal beatings and had no idea what had just happened inside Pangu Hall.
So he was not the least bit nervous!
"I'm coming."
At the Great Shaman's words, Bai Ze gave a small, awkward yet polite nod, though in truth, he had already gripped the life-saving item Daochen had given him.
He looked ready to bolt the instant things took a turn for the worse.
There was no helping it. These Twelve Ancestral Witches were far too savage.
They could start fighting among themselves inside Pangu Hall over nothing. Who knew what would happen once they learned that the Witch Clan members who had pursued Guangchengzi to Mount Kunlun were on the verge of starving to death?
What might this hot-tempered bunch do?
So whatever happened, saving his own skin came first!
The Great Shaman who had arrived later walked ahead, leading Bai Ze all the way inside.
Killing intent wreathed Pangu Hall, and the endless qi of earth sha sounded like the howls of vicious ghosts, agitating the mind.
For a race like the Witch Clan, which primarily cultivated their physical bodies, this vicious, baleful energy was ideal for body tempering. To Bai Ze, however, it was deeply oppressive and made him very