Houtu turned her head to glance outside and anxiously called out, "Eldest brother!"
Di Jiang raised his hand, speaking coldly, "My mind is made up!" and stepped towards the outside.
The remaining Ancestor Witches also successively walked outside.
Xuanming walked up to Houtu's side, patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Sister, the heart of mercy is for those hypocritical Immortals. We, the Witch Clan, inherit the will of Father God Pangu to reign supreme through battle and to prove our Tao through killing. Everything between Heaven and Earth was left for us by Father God, including the Human Clan." After saying this, he also walked outside.
Houtu stood in the empty Pangu Hall, letting out a deep sigh, "Father God! Why is my heart so uneasy?!"
A tribal village located in a secluded mountain valley, under the lingering sunset, everyone was busily gathering food to prepare for the long, dark night.
