Great Demon?
Immortals such as Guang Chengzi looked down, their expressions showing various changes.
The pitch-black barrier resembled a piece of black amber, and directly above the amber, there was a white shadow that seemed like a night-blooming cereus.
It was the upper half of a woman's body.
Her black hair flowed down, her head bowed, her hands seeming to melt into the pitch-black barrier, her white clothing stained with splotches of blood.
Is this Houtu?
Li Ping'an felt an inexplicable shock in his heart as he looked down at this sudden scene.
Ancestral Witch Xuan Ming, as if mad, lunged down recklessly, transformed into his Innate Dao Body, and embraced the exposed upper body of Houtu, whispering endlessly by her ear.
The several hundred battle witches all landed on the black barrier, kneeling on one knee toward where Houtu was located.
A member of the Witch Clan took out a horn, the sorrowful sound of it blowing as if calling out to something.
