"Everyone, fall back immediately!"
Jiufeng snapped out of his shock, shouting loudly at once.
The sound spread across.
Upon hearing Jiufeng's command, the previously on-guard Witch Clan members gradually put away their hostility.
Though still filled with doubts, they followed Jiufeng's instructions, retreating slowly, and looking at Zhao Feng with more awe.
Zhao Feng, on the other hand, wore a faint smile, his figure slightly moving as he landed in front of the Pangu Divine Temple.
After displaying his bloodline power, Zhao Feng could distinctly feel an intangible force within this divine hall resonating with him, a wordless sense of belonging arose as if this was his rightful place.
"Great Witch Jiufeng of the Witch Clan, pays respects to the Ancestral Witch."
Jiufeng quickly walked up to Zhao Feng, bowing respectfully to him, his attitude extremely devout.
"I am not your Witch Clan's Ancestral Witch."
