A chill ran down everyone's spine, their backs were soaked with cold sweat, and they huddled together in fear, their faces pale as they stared at the swaying forest around them: "Where...where is that witch?"
Tong Su said, "He is here, and he is there, in front of you, and behind you. You don't need to look around to find him in the forest. He is this forest, and this forest is him."
Her chilling words sent shivers down everyone's spines. "—Am I right?" she said, looking at the forest, enunciating each word clearly, "Senior Ju Mang?"
The three fox demons' hearts leaped into their throats, and they stammered in panic, "Ju... Jumang? One of the Twelve Ancestral Witches... the Wood Witch Jumang?!"
The forest suddenly straightened out, and a moment later, it abruptly parted.
It looked as if it had been neatly torn open, revealing a wide road with trees and vines covering the flat ground, leading straight to everyone.
At the end of the road, there was a loud voice.
The wind stopped, and it seemed that only the sound of the person's slow footsteps could be heard in the world.
It was a young man with a bird's body and a human face.
His figure was about ten feet tall, as if his head reached the sky and the earth. He was so tall and backlit that people could not see his features. They could only see that he was wearing a white coarse linen dress on his bird-like body and that he was standing on two crouching white dragons.
As her clothes fluttered, leaves seemed to fall.
An immense pressure slammed down on everyone. The mortals couldn't withstand it and immediately collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices. The three fox demons also instantly shrank back to their original size and collapsed to the ground.
Only Tong Su gritted her teeth and stood there, every bone in her body screaming in pain. Facing pressure that was almost shattering her, she could taste blood in her mouth and could not breathe at all.
Wood Witch Jumang!
One of the twelve Ancestral Witches transformed from Pangu's physical body, he was an evenly matched mortal enemy of Dijun and Taiyi. Among the billions of beings in the prehistoric world, he was also among the top of the top in terms of cultivation, possessing the cultivation of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal!
Earthly Immortal, Celestial Immortal, True Immortal, Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, and Daluo Golden Immortal.
The cultivation level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal is a terrifying strength that even the Heavenly Court only has three or five people who possess, while Tong Su is only a Golden Immortal, and the ten princes of the Heavenly Court are only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level.
Compared to the Great Luo Golden Immortal, they are still a distance as vast as the heavenly crown and earthly boots, having severed all three corpses and discarded all six energies.
Unless Di Jun, Tai Yi, or Kun Peng come in person, with her cultivation level, Ju Mang only needs to move a finger to crush her to the point of no return!
Jumang gently raised his hand, and the branch curled back and fell away. He raised an eyebrow with interest.
"You're the Crimson Bow that Emperor Jun possessed? Interesting."
Tong Su said in a hoarse voice, "They are all mortals, or demons with low cultivation. It's useless for you to capture them, senior. Why not let them go instead?"
Jumang said, "You are the first child to negotiate with me with the cultivation of a Golden Immortal. But coincidentally, I am a good-tempered shaman, so I can agree to your request."
He smiled, his tone light and cheerful, but every word he spoke, though seemingly innocent and carefree, carried a chilling, emotionless edge.
“Perfect. Let them live so they can deliver a message. I’m curious to see what kind of funny reaction Di Jun will have if he sees your half-eaten corpse.”
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