He originally wanted to draw the Witch Clan into his camp to deal with the Demon Race together.
But before he could act, the Witch Clan retreated.
It made him feel like punching into the air, angering him to the point of cursing without any hesitation:
"Brats!"
"Useless in strategic discussion!
"Watching idly as the Demon Race grows in power, stealing the rules of Heaven and Earth."
"A bunch of fools with no vision."
"When the Demon Race reigns supreme and unchallenged, that will be the time for your Witch Clan to regret!"
"..."
Witch Clan settlement.
Outside the Pangu Palace.
The Twelve Ancestor Witches heard Hong Jun's roar and shook their heads in disdain.
"Hehe!"
"Regret?"
"Our Witch Clan will regret?"
"Think too much!"
"With our Father God around, who would dare make us Witch Clan regret?!"
"Hong Jun?"
"Provoking division, trash!"
"..."
The twelve Ancestor Witches each scoffed and entered the Pangu Palace, no longer paying attention to Hong Jun.
