"Brother!"
Seeing Di Jun being battered, Eastern Emperor Taiyi wanted to help, but Xuan Ming and five other Ancestral Witches bombarded him in turn, leaving him afraid to venture outside the Chaos Bell.
The moment he stepped outside, he would face a furious barrage from all six Ancestral Witches.
Ordinarily, Eastern Emperor Taiyi feared none of them in single combat. But six against one was nothing short of a gang beating, a collective thrashing. He had no chance to fight back.
Di Jun was in an even worse state.
He faced Dijiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, and the other fiercest, most battle-hungry Ancestral Witches of the Witch Race. They kicked him back and forth like a ball.
He had no Primordial Supreme Treasure like the Chaos Bell. The River Map and Luo Writing were his companion spirit treasures, but unfortunately, they were only useful for deducing formations and heaven's secrets.
As for his other spirit treasures, Di Jun could barely wield them under the six Ancestral Witches' siege. Otherwise, they were simply smashed apart.
After all, each Ancestral Witch's physical toughness rivaled a Primordial Supreme Treasure.
"Forget about me! I leave the Demon Race to you!"
Di Jun seemed to know he would not survive. He shouted to Eastern Emperor Taiyi as though delivering his final words. Then golden light erupted from his entire body, and terrifying energy churned within him.
"Even if I die, I won't let you get off easy!"
Di Jun's resolute voice rang across the entire Lunar Star. Clearly, he had already resolved to die.
Yet before he could detonate himself, a dark figure suddenly appeared behind him.
Boom!
The dark figure actually exploded, and the terrifying energy blasted Di Jun away.
"You want to blow yourself up? Do you think you can?"
Ling Feng stood in midair,