The Ancestral Witches followed Dijiang out of the Ancestral Witch Hall.
Outside the hall, cries of anguish filled the Witch Tribe.
Although the members of the Witch Clan had powerful bodies, not every one of them was like an Ancestral Witch or a Great Witch.
The Little Golden Crows possessed the supreme bloodline of the Demon Tribe, after all. With ten Golden Crows hanging in the sky, the rivers across the land evaporated and ran dry in mere moments.
At the sight of ten suns blazing across the sky, Dijiang flew into a rage.
"Insolent demons! You dared come here and wreak havoc among my Witch Clan!"
As he spoke, Dijiang prepared to strike.
At that moment, however, Hou Yi stepped forward from beside him.
"Ancestor Witch Dijiang, why trouble yourself with such insignificant demons? I've just become an Ancestral Witch. It's time I established my authority and let the Demon Tribe know that our Witch Clan is not so easily provoked."
Hearing Hou Yi's words, Dijiang considered them, exchanged glances with the other Ancestral Witches, then nodded without further objection.
As Hou Yi had said, he was the most suitable person to handle this.
After all, Hou Yi had only just become an Ancestral Witch and indeed needed to establish his authority.
"Very well. I'll leave these ten little demons to you."
It was not that Dijiang had failed to recognize the Ten Little Golden Crows. On the contrary, recognizing them was precisely what had made him so furious.
The Demon Tribe held his Witch Clan in utter contempt. A mere Ten Little Golden Crows dared wreak havoc in a Witch Tribe—and on the Ancestral Witches' own territory, no less?
Did they really think he would not dare kill these Ten Little Golden Crows?
He had only just been