Xuanyuan Huangdi swung his sword forcefully, chopping down two fierce demons directly, and declared with a loud voice:
"I can promise Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming! As long as you abandon the darkness and turn to the light, I will not pursue the ancient sins of the Witch Clan! The Heavenly Emperor sent an envoy precisely to make amends with your Witch Clan!"
Xuan Ming's gaze trembled unceasingly.
Clearly, Xuanyuan Huangdi's personal promise had already made her waver a little.
Qia Feng the Immortal flew into a rage, "Xuan Ming! Have you forgotten? Why did you come to us in the West seeking help ten thousand years ago! Do you no longer care about Houtu? The plight of Houtu can only be relieved by the Twelve-tiered Golden Lotus!"
Xuan Ming subconsciously took half a step back.
She suddenly lifted her head, her eyes filled with struggling light, but her face gradually turned cold.
Li Ping'an thought to himself that this was bad.
