Things about the human race have now become a part of the demon race's heart. They are not moved, but they don't move. Watching them develop and then drive their demon race out of the prehistoric stage, they are unwilling to give up. Not only the demon race is unwilling, but even the witch race is unwilling to give up. Therefore, the demon race has no action on this prehistoric land, but it cannot mean that the witch race has no action.

In the temple of the Ancestral Witches, the twelve Ancestral Witches were full of indescribable anger at this moment. Especially the leader of Dijiang, Dijiang's six pairs of wings kept waving behind him, looking at the brothers, and said: "It's really hard to get through in the prehistoric world today. It's really hard to find some food. The human race has shared too many of our resources, which is simply hateful!"

The Vulcan God Zhu Rong on the side also frowned and said, "Boss, what should we do?"

While saying that Zhurong was still gnawing on a roast lamb leg, as if he was relishing, which made the water god Gonggong next to him very angry and said, "Zhurong, are you in a meeting now? What are you doing? You are still eating at this time. I think you are a foodie!"

Zhu Rong stopped doing it and shouted and cursed: "Bastard, Gonggong, do you dislike me? You are going to fight? Let me tell you, Zhu Rong is not afraid of you, otherwise we will go out to gesture! Humph, you boy has clearly not eaten for a few days, and you look at me envious!"

Gonggong was so angry, but Zhu Rong said that, as he said so. He hadn't eaten for several days. He was a water god, and he had caught some prey and was soaked in water. The taste was wrong and could not satisfy his increasingly exaggerated appetite. In the past, some brothers helped him, but now the food is getting less and less, and human races keep picking up foam, so his living conditions are getting worse and worse.

When Zhurong saw Gonggong being defeated, he felt relieved and said, "I am already very kind!"

Gonggong kicked up and looked at the barbecue in Zhurong's hand, but Zhurong easily dodged it. Zhurong smiled and said, "Brother, do you know what kind of kindness is? Mercy means that when others are hungry, I eat meat, and then try not to smack my lips. You should say I am kind!"

Zhurong's words made Gonggong feel trembling all over and said with a grim expression: "Zhurong, you can do it, you can..."

"Enough!" Di Jiang, who was sitting on the top, stopped making trouble, but he still stared at him. Di Jiang said angrily: "I asked you to come today not to quarrel, but to discuss countermeasures. Now there are less and less food, and the human race is becoming more and more cunning. There have been cases of starving to death in my witch tribe. What's wrong? This situation must be eliminated, otherwise, my witch tribe will destroy the clan?"

"Boss, what should you do now?" Mu Shen Ju Mang said nervously.

Di Jiang thought for a while, pondered for a moment, and then said angrily: "If I know what to do, what else should I do with you? You can think about it now and see what can I do!"

Among the twelve ancestor witches, there were only two women, Houtu and Xuanming. Seeing that the brothers had no idea, they couldn't help but mutter. After all, the Houtu tribe and Xuanming tribe were not in a state of starvation. Among the twelve ancestor witch tribes, only the public tribes were slightly worse.

Seeing that everyone was thinking hard, Di Jiang asked again: "Miss Houtu, do you have any suggestions?"

Houtu shook his head and did not speak. She naturally had suggestions, but she could not. Once this suggestion came out of her mouth, it would be a massacre. Houtu was compassionate and she didn't want blood to flow into a river and life was tragic. So, she tried to speak less and make the entire prehistoric world look better.

However, if she doesn't say it doesn't mean others don't say it. Xuanming is the youngest among the twelve ancestor witches, the most bloodthirsty, and very smart, with only wisdom after Houtu. She looked at Di Jiang with a helpless look and laughed: "Boss, you are so stupid, isn't this a very simple thing?"

Di Jiang immediately said excitedly: "Miss Xuanming, do you have a way?"

Xuan Ming nodded and said, "Of course there is a solution! But if I say it out, how should you thank me?"

Di Jiang was speechless for a moment and finally said, "Girl, as long as you tell me the solution, you can get any reward!"

Xuan Ming smiled and said, "This question is actually very simple. After eating the animals on the prehistoric land, you will go to the demon clan heaven and eat it. Kill all the demon clans in the heaven. Wouldn't you want much food and much food at that time? You can guarantee that you will not have to worry about food and drink!"

Di Jiang slapped his thigh and suddenly realized, "Yes, why didn't I expect it?" Di Jiang immediately said, "You go back and prepare. Three days later, the soldiers will be sent to the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan. There will be food in front, and the ones that fall behind will be forgot, the Witch Clan will not raise waste!"

Houtu was speechless for a moment and immediately stood up and said, "Brother, is your decision too hasty? How can this be done? There are tens of millions of demon soldiers in the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, not just a joke. Once the war starts, how many witch tribes will die? Have you ever thought about it? My Houtu tribe will never do such a thing!"

Di Jiang seemed to remember that the demon clan's military power was quite powerful. After being splashed by cold water, he naturally calmed down. He rolled his eyes and looked at Xuan Ming and said, "My sister Xuan Ming, this idea doesn't seem to be very good. Have you noticed anything else? The two emperors of the demon clan seem to have good cultivation!"

Xuan Ming muttered this, thought for a long time, then suddenly jumped up and said, "There is no way to kill the demon clan, so the murder clan is better. Who asked them to grab food with us? If they kill them all, then no one will grab food with us. By then, the resources of the entire prehistoric world will be ours!"

Di Jiang's chicken was frozen again, and he patted his thigh and said, "Okay, that's it!" As he said, he kept nodding and said, "It seems that killing people is much easier than killing monsters, and the human race's body is very delicious, which is much better than those monsters!" After snoring, Di Jiang ordered again: "Then it's decided, set out in three days, go to Qingqiu Mountain first, kill all the human races there, and eat them!"

"Okay, okay!" The brothers below all raised their hands and stood up.

Only Houtu was sweating in a cold sweat, opened his mouth, and said nothing. However, she had an ominous premonition in her heart at this moment, which was very strong, as if something bad would happen to the human race.

(I have been busy with the new book being released on the shelves in the past two days. The old book may have been a little slow to update, so I’ll forgive me if you are new and old readers!)hf();
Chapter completed!