Spectacular!
Terrifying!
Indeed, without the slightest exaggeration, the sight before them felt utterly unreal.
Witches who could wield Dao arts? Who could possibly stop them?
Or, to put it another way, the Witch Clan Lineage already possessed immensely powerful bodies, unmatched beneath the heavens.
Now, they had all manner of Dao arts bolstering them as well.
The Witch Clan's deterrent power instantly surged more than dozens of times over.
More importantly, no one could see through just what sort of Great Dao Gu Changqing had blended into that fine wine.
Let alone unravel it.
Little did they know.
What Gu Changqing had bestowed earlier was precisely the essence of the Great Dao of Wine, which he had possessed since birth.
As Gu Changqing drank more and more fine wine, his mastery of the Great Dao of Wine had advanced triumphantly by leaps and bounds.
By now, he had mastered thirty to forty percent of it.
And today, the Four Saints had joined forces, looking for all the world as though they were watching Gu Changqing's plans fall apart and mocking him to their hearts' content.
Thus, although Gu Changqing appeared drunk and carefree on the outside,
true anger had long since stirred within his heart.
Even against the Four Saints, he refused to show weakness.
That was why he had spared no expense in directly drawing upon a portion of the essence of the Great Dao of Wine, blending it into fine wine, and bestowing it upon the Witch Clan.
Every strand of Great Dao essence contained unimaginable power.
Thus, the witches had no need to comprehend it at all. They could wield it as naturally as moving their own limbs, unleashing overwhelming killing power.
Now, watching the Witch Clan display its divine might while the Demon Race retreated again