"Ha ha ha ha, Di Jun! I never expected your Demon Race to enjoy being suppressed under the clouds, but what's more hilarious is some of you are so scared you've wet your pants. Truly, I'm dying of laughter!" While Di Jun was in an awkward position, from afar came Gonggong's voice, loud and coarse like a broken gong.
Di Jun's face suddenly became ashen, yet he had no ground for rebuttal. Helplessly, he glared fiercely at the demons climbing over the clouds and said coldly, "What a leisurely time all my Fellow Daoists are having!"
"Who would have thought the ancient enmity between the Witch and Demon Clans could lead to an alliance. Indeed, it's quite an honor for this ancestor!" Candle Dragon sneered with disdain, casually stretching his body as if indifferent, "Just as well, although my steward is a useless waste, he's still my steward. Today, this Daoist shall settle accounts with your Witch Tribe!"
