They acted as soon as they decided!
That was the nature of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
So what if their opponent was a Sage? They would hammer him all the same!
At worst, they would perish together!
When it came to fighting, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had never backed down from anyone!
But just as the Twelve Ancestral Witches charged out of Pangu Hall, a figure suddenly appeared before them.
Daochen!
The Twelve Ancestral Witches' gazes sharpened slightly at his appearance. With the Witch Clan and Demon Race now at war, Daochen's sudden arrival was hardly good news for them.
Although they knew someone was secretly scheming behind this war, they still had no idea who that person was.
Thus, Daochen's sudden appearance filled all twelve of them with wariness.
Everything in the world revolved around interests.
They could befriend Daochen for the sake of the Witch Clan's development, and they could just as easily turn against him over the conflict between the Witch-Demon Clans.
The same held true for Daochen.
All the bustling throngs beneath heaven came and went for profit!
That saying held true both in later ages and in the Primordial World.
Tongtian and Yuanshi could part ways over differing ideals, then come together again over shared interests.
It all came down to interests.
That was true in later ages, and even more so in the Primordial World, where the strong devoured the weak.
"Now that our Witch-Demon Clans are at war, what brings you here, Demon Emperor? Do you intend to launch an all-out war against us Twelve Ancestral Witches?"
Dijiang frowned, his expression dark as he questioned him.
"War?"
Daochen raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "I have no interest in fighting you Twelve Ancestral Witches. I came only to keep you from entering the kalpa."