High above the heavens, deep within the dark clouds.
Empress Nuwa quietly looked down upon the battle at Spirit Mountain and gently shook her head.
Tongtian's strength had long surpassed all imagination. Let alone the Two Sages of the West, even if four Saints joined forces, they would not possess a fraction of his power!
Even if she entered the fray herself, she would merely turn that "fraction" into "three fractions." In the end, she would still have no chance of victory.
The outcome of the current situation had already been decided:
The fall of the two Saints was only a matter of time. The only difference was how many times they would revive and how long they could delay it.
Just how powerful had Tongtian become?
Nuwa was grateful that she had not acted rashly. Although the Demon Race army had suffered grievous losses, its true foundational strength remained intact. Its numbers had merely been halved.
If Tongtian sought revenge in the future, their only way out would be to flee beyond the Thirty-three Heavens to Purple Heaven Palace and seek their Master's protection.
At this moment, all the Great Powers throughout the Primordial Wilderness had only one thought left:
Tongtian could not be provoked, and the Jie Sect could not be offended!
Above the same heavens, Yuanshi and Taishang, who had already fled, witnessed the drastic changes at Spirit Mountain from beginning to end.
Taishang let out a faint sigh. "Zhunti and Jieyin have truly suffered this calamity in our stead. Did we lose our sense of righteousness by withdrawing just now?"
"With their current strength, I fear their prospects are grim..."
What Taishang truly worried about was this: if the two Saints came to resent them over this matter, it would likely be difficult to form an