Seeing the wounds inflicted by a single strike from Di Jun, all the Ancestral Witches sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Impossible! How could Di Jun be this strong?"
It was not as though they had never fought Di Jun before. On the contrary, they had clashed with him countless times.
But even a powerhouse like Di Jun had always found their Ancestral Witch True Bodies an enormous headache.
Even when he unleashed every means at his disposal, the worst he could do was severely wound them.
As long as the entire power of the Zhou Tian Starry Battle Array was not concentrated in Di Jun alone, none of them would come to serious harm.
And the Witch Clan's regenerative powers were terrifying as well.
That was precisely why they had underestimated him so badly.
The strength Di Jun displayed now far exceeded anything they had imagined.
They had all seen that sword strike just now. Di Jun had certainly not put much strength into it-he had not even used half his power.
Yet even so, he had severely wounded the Ancestral Witch Zhurong.
Among the Ancestral Witches, Zhurong's cultivation was by no means weak.
He ranked in the upper middle at the very least.
Seeing the horror on the Ancestral Witches' faces, Di Jun felt he had finally vented his pent-up fury.
Over the years, he had fought the Witch Clan more times than he could count. Every time, he had given it his all, yet failed to so much as scratch them.
An ordinary person could never understand that sense of helplessness.
Now that he had the Witch-Slaying Sword, it was finally his turn to hold his head high and breathe freely.
Looking at the horrified Ancestral Witches, Di Jun threw back his head and laughed.
"Dijiang,