The Human Race was frail. Although Laozi had passed down the Golden Core Great Dao, it only allowed them to cultivate to the Celestial Immortal realm. They had yet to work out the realms beyond it.
At the Celestial Immortal realm, crossing hundreds of millions of miles from the Eastern Seashore to the lands around Mount Buzhou in the heart of the Primordial World was utterly impossible.
Besides, the strongest humans were merely Daochen's disciple Suirenshi, along with Youchaoshi and Ziyishi-the Human Race's three Great Luo Golden Immortal patriarchs.
With strength like that, how could they possibly dare to surround and slaughter members of the mighty Shebishi Tribe of the Witch Clan?
Never mind these lesser shamans; several Great Shamans stood guard within the tribe.
"Kill them! Surround and slaughter every one of these Witch Clan members and harvest their essence blood!"
Watching a crowd of humans in animal skins charge at them with crude magical artifacts, the members of the Shebishi Tribe all laughed.
A bunch of ants with feeble bodies actually wanted to surround and slaughter members of their Witch Clan?
It would have been one thing to attack them when they were alone, but these humans actually wanted to assault their entire tribe?
Had they grown tired of living?
The Witch Clan's fighting prowess was renowned throughout the Primordial World-they were invincible among those of the same realm.
They primarily cultivated their bodies. Not only were their hides tough and their flesh thick, but a single punch from them was more than even a demon could withstand, let alone a human.
This was the chief reason the Witch Clan could occupy the lands surrounding Mount Buzhou, the richest region on the entire Primordial Continent.
Forget any talk of the Witch Clan deserving Mount Buzhou simply because they