Dijiang paced the hall with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture upright. His footsteps were steady and powerful, each one seeming to land directly upon the hearts of those present. With a gaze as sharp as a hawk’s, he swept his eyes over every Ancestor Witch before speaking in a deep voice: "The period of truce is nearing its end; the Great War of Witches and Demons is on the verge of breaking out. This battle concerns not only the life and death of every one of us but the rise and fall of the Wu Clan itself. It is the turning point of our destiny. We must not be the least bit negligent; every detail could shift the course of the war. We must give it our all!"
Zhurong, whose temper was always explosive, slammed his hand onto the table at Dijiang’s words. A thunderous "bang" echoed through the hall, shaking the objects upon the table. His face was filled with fury and fighting spirit, his eyes burning like two clusters of flame as he roared: "Those members of the Demon race, relying on their meager strength, are usually arrogant and reckless, running amok in the Primordial World. This time, we must show them that the Wu Clan is not a soft persimmon to be pushed around! Brother Xingtian has now mastered the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation—our most powerful trump card. With this immense reliance, why should we fear them? As long as they dare to come, we will beat them to a pulp!"
Gonggong frowned slightly, lost in thought. After a moment, he spoke slowly: "…
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