"Hmm?"
Ye Xian'er paid no heed to the cries of the vanquished tribespeople; for these people of a destroyed nation, she could not spare much energy.
At this moment, her focus was on the Forces of the Myriad Races, particularly the vast Demon Race army led by the Ten Fierce Beasts of Primordial, which darkened the skies and chilled one's heart upon sight.
"Witch Clan?"
She had just considered issuing a stern warning to the Demon Race when she noticed another figure rising into prominence in a different direction—the long-absent Pangu's True Body.
"They've come to join the fray too?!"
Ye Xian'er's expression darkened, and a fierce killing intent flashed through her beautiful eyes. She had thought that only the Demon Race would take advantage of the Human Race's internal strife to wreak havoc; the Witch Clan was not initially in her considerations.
It seems she had oversimplified matters!
Boom!
At the same time.
