Among the Witch Clan, Hou Yi stood tall.
At some point, the Blood-colored Divine Bow had appeared in his hand.
Hou Yi was powerfully built, his muscles knotted and bulging, and he radiated an immense sense of oppression.
At the sight, the watching Mighty Experts looked astonished.
"Only Hou Yi?"
"None of the Eleven Ancestral Witches are showing themselves? They've sent just one Great Witch to fight?"
"Is this... the courage of supreme skill, or does the Witch Clan have something to fall back on?"
Everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty.
Granted, the Ten Golden Crow Princes belonged to the younger generation.
But for the vast Witch Clan to send out Hou Yi alone was still an extraordinary display of arrogance, one that shocked the world.
Meanwhile, seeing Hou Yi standing alone, the Ten Golden Crows first froze.
Then their faces filled with mockery and derision.
"Only one?"
"Hmph, so the so-called Witch Clan really is nothing but a pack of cowards who bully the weak, fear the strong, and cling to life!"
"Haha, a Great Witch? That will do nicely."
"Brothers, for our first appearance in the world, let us use this Great Witch's blood to consecrate our mighty reputation!"
The Ten Golden Crows threw back their heads and laughed, utterly brazen.
To everyone watching, however, they were simply courting death.
After all, even if Hou Yi was only a Great Witch, his might was not something the Ten Golden Crows could challenge.
Only newborn calves unafraid of the tiger, like these Ten Golden Crows, would dare provoke him so recklessly.
Sure enough!
Hearing their words, Hou Yi's gaze grew colder and fiercer.
"Ten Golden Crows, you beasts have no idea how close you stand to death!"
"You've only been alive for a few hundred or thousand years,