"The Witch Race and Demon Race are now bound by a blood feud. Even if we agreed to stop, the Demon Race wouldn't let matters rest. How should we deal with this?"
After the laughter and horseplay, Zhuyin, the Witch Race's strategist, raised the question of their current predicament.
For a moment, the Ancestral Witches all fell silent. Clearly, it was giving them a headache too.
They had once believed their enemy was the Demon Race, and that they could dominate the Primordial World as long as they wiped it out. But now that they knew of Hongjun's schemes, they understood that their true enemies were Hongjun and those Heaven-Ordained Saints.
Even if they destroyed the Demon Race, Hongjun and those Saints would never allow the Witch Race to dominate the Primordial World.
The Witch Race revered neither the Heavenly Dao nor the Saints, which already placed them in opposition to Hongjun and his followers.
"That's what makes Hongjun so cunning. Whether he schemes in secret or maneuvers openly, the Witch-Demon Tribulation has already become inevitable."
Ling Feng spoke gravely, and the Ancestral Witches' expressions grew solemn as they listened.
The hotheaded Zhurong immediately burst into curses. "That old Daoist Hongjun doesn't deserve the title of Dao Ancestor! How dare he treat our Witch Race as pawns? Damn him!"
"Exactly! That old thief Hongjun is utterly detestable!"
"If it weren't for that old Daoist Hongjun, our Witch Race would have wiped out the Demon Race long ago."
Zhurong's outburst prompted Gonggong and the other Ancestral Witches to join in. Clearly, their hatred for Hongjun ran deep.
Only Ling Feng remained relatively calm.
"Hongjun is indeed hateful, but you absolutely must not provoke him again."
Seeing the Ancestral Witches grow increasingly worked up, with some even itching to fight Hongjun