Inside Grand Unity Palace, the atmosphere was grave. Fuxi looked awkwardly at Nuwa, unable to fathom what his sister was thinking.
Nuwa said, "My dear brother, don't waste your effort. The fate of the Demon Clan has already been decided. I'll be joining this battle personally!"
Fuxi cautiously asked, "Helping whom?"
Nuwa asked in return, "What do you think?"
Fuxi was left speechless. The words at his lips were swallowed back down. He was going to lose to his own sister—what kind of situation was this?
Li Fan watched Fuxi's receding figure and said calmly, "It's about to begin."
"Yes!" Nuwa suddenly raised her eyes. A trace of excitement appeared on her face, and her voice was filled with anticipation. "I can finally beat up my brother openly and honestly."
As soon as she said that, Wangshu, Changxi, and the others in the hall looked at Nuwa strangely. So this was the kind of Heavenly Saint she was.
Within the Witch Clan blood pool of Pangu Hall, Chi You erupted with the pressure of an Ancestral Witch. Pangu's Heart had successfully helped him break through his shackles—he had advanced into an Ancestral Witch body. Although his aura was far more unstable than Dijiang's and the others', he had succeeded in the end.
At his side, Xingtian's blood energy surged several times before subsiding. In the end, he still failed to cross that final threshold. Perhaps the "Twelve Ancestral Witches" truly were destined to be limited in number.
"Good, good, good!" Dijiang said "good" three times in a row, his voice brimming with excitement. At last, they had gathered enough Ancestral Witches to form the Twelve Dutian Divine Fiend Formation.
Zhurong also smiled. "Chi You, let's spar when you have time."
Gonggong folded his arms across his chest, his gaze falling