Candle Nine Yin's eyes lit up with a spectral glow, and the flow of time around it became chaotic, speeding up and slowing down sporadically. Space twisted around Emperor Jiang, its figure flickering in and out of existence, ready to appear beside any enemy at a moment's notice. Gonggong, Zhurong, Ju Mang, Rushou... The Twelve Ancestral Witch Gods simultaneously channeled their respective Laws, preparing to attack. A terrifying pressure of the Laws surged toward the seven elders like a tidal wave, suppressing them so heavily that their Qi Blood churned, making it nearly impossible for them to even stand straight.
At this critical juncture, the youngest clan elder suddenly pulled out a Communication Spirit Talisman and pressed it against his ear. His expression was incredibly natural, and he even spoke loudly with a tone of pleasant surprise, "What? My wife gave birth? Octuplets?!
"Great, great, great! I'll head back right away, right this instant!"
