"Hm?" Hearing Gungun's thought of what a pity, Houtu suddenly knitted her brows and made a puzzled sound.
"Little Sister, what's wrong?" Xuanming, who sat beside her, asked.
"Nothing." Houtu shook her head. She did not reveal that she could hear Gungun's thoughts, but quietly took note of the matter.
In the struggle between the Witch Race and the Demon Race, Gungun was certain that the Demon Race would suffer a crushing defeat in the future. As for the Witch Race... he did not seem particularly optimistic about them either.
But how could that be?
As the witches and demons contend for the position of Protagonists of Heaven and Earth, there must be a winner and a loser. Since the Demon Race will lose, then our Witch Race should...
Wait!
Could it be...
Hum... At that moment, whether because Pangu had manifested his spirit or not, Houtu's Primordial Spirit trembled slightly. She recalled the three races that had once ruled the sea, land, and sky.
The overlords of the sky: the Phoenix Race!
The overlords of the land: the Qilin Clan!
The overlords of the oceans: the Dragon Race!
Incited by the Devil Ancestor Luo Hou, they had launched an unprecedented war to unify the Primordial World. Yet the final outcome had surprised every living being: all three had lost. After their decisive battle, none retained enough strength to unify the Primordial World. They could barely even maintain their former dominion. The positions they vacated had been filled by the Demon Race and the Witch Race. Now, the witches and demons were contending for the position of Protagonists of Heaven and Earth, and Gungun was optimistic about neither side. Could it be...
The moment this thought entered her mind, Houtu felt a chill run through her entire body. Cold sweat