The prestige of the Heavenly Dao's spokesperson and leader of the Profound Gate continued to rise.
The moment Dao Ancestor Hongjun acted, he proved himself truly extraordinary.
In but an instant, he had overturned the Witch Clan's previously unbeatable deadlock!
"Dao Ancestor Hongjun... he's bullying the Witches far too much!"
"Alas, unless one becomes a Sage, one remains an ant! And ants... can never shake the resplendent might of a Sage, much less the heavenly authority as vast as a prison!"
"Now that Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself has acted, how can the Witch Clan protect itself? Could it be... that this is how it ends? How tragic!"
"..."
Seeing this, the Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation could not stop sighing. One after another, they lamented endlessly, speaking up for the Witch Clan and protesting Houtu's injustice!
Above Jinao Island of the Jie Sect, majestic sword light surged into the heavens, shimmering across the sky as clear sword cries rang out...
Throughout the Witch Clan, countless Witch Clan warriors wept in grief!
They hated themselves for not being strong enough!
They raged at Hongjun's shamelessness!
They were unwilling and indignant!
"Hahaha—splendid! Splendid!! Ancestor Witch Houtu, so you have finally met this day!? You deserve it!"
"Well done, Master! Master is unmatched beneath the heavens! At last, we can wipe away the shame suffered by our Profound Gate lineage! Hahahaha—this is truly satisfying!"
"Houtu, you bitch... you brought all of this upon yourself! Just wait to die!"
"Dao Ancestor, suppress this fiend—!!!"
The Sages of the Profound Gate present, meanwhile, were delighted by the sight. They cheered and celebrated excitedly, crying out in satisfaction as they rejoiced in her misfortune.
The camp of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, on the other hand, had fallen into a desperate situation, caught between life and