In Nuwa's hand, the Red Embroidered Ball trembled, eager to strike. Terrifying mana fluctuations emanated from it.
They left All Saints utterly alarmed.
Even the Primordial Great Powers hiding in the distance could sense the terrifying aura radiating from the Red Embroidered Ball in Nuwa's hand.
That aura was merely a trace, yet it allowed them to sense supreme power, making their hearts tremble.
Once that Red Embroidered Ball fell, a Saint would surely perish.
Primeval Lord of Heaven was clearly panicking now. He hurriedly pleaded, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, we are Saints! We are fellow disciples! You cannot treat us like this."
"Tongtian, save me!"
"Third Brother, save me!"
At this point, Primeval Lord of Heaven had completely discarded a Saint's dignity and called for Sect Master Tongtian's aid.
If Sect Master Tongtian joined this battle—
Then the situation in this battle would surely be rewritten.
Yet in the face of Primeval Lord of Heaven's plea, Sect Master Tongtian paid him no heed whatsoever. Primeval Lord of Heaven was merely being sent onto the Investiture of the Gods List.
He would not die at all.
Why save him? It was good if Primeval Lord of Heaven went onto the Investiture of the Gods List. That way, Sect Master Tongtian's ears would finally be quiet. No one would ever again call him a feathered beast or one born damp from eggs.
Nuwa said, "Fellow Daoist Primeval, are you in such a hurry to get on the list?"
"Then I shall fulfill your wish!"
As she spoke.
The Red Embroidered Ball in Nuwa's hand smashed down at Primeval Lord of Heaven without the slightest hesitation, striking him squarely on the forehead.
Boom!
Primeval Lord of Heaven perished. A Saint had fallen, his True Spirit transforming and entering the Investiture of the