A thought stirred in Fuxi's heart, and he vaguely sensed something amiss. "What... what was his reaction?"
Nuwa enunciated each word slowly. "He was not the least bit alarmed. He was exceptionally calm—even his brow did not crease once."
"Moreover, all these years, the Wu Clan clearly knew that the Demon Race was deducing this great array, yet they have made no targeted moves whatsoever. They have continued to let the Demon Race grow and expand."
"Elder Brother, have you ever considered what this truly signifies?"
At her words, Fuxi's pupils abruptly contracted.
He was no fool. Nuwa had already made it this clear—how could he fail to grasp the deeper meaning?
"This... this means..."
Fuxi's voice was somewhat hoarse. "It means the Wu Clan has likely long since prepared a countermeasure! They simply do not fear the Demon Race's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array!"
"Perhaps... they are absolutely confident that they can defeat the Demon Race even with the great array!"
"Exactly!" Nuwa nodded gravely. "The Wu Clan very likely possesses a means capable of contending with the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array."
"Perhaps... even a power sufficient to utterly defeat the Demon Race! Otherwise, how could Wu Ming have remained so composed? And how could the Wu Clan have sat by and watched the Demon Race grow so mighty?"
"That is why I hope you will not take part in this Witch-Demon Great War, Elder Brother, lest you place yourself in danger. The Demon Race's chances of victory in this battle are slim indeed!"
After a pause, she added, "Moreover, the Wu Clan possesses such formidable strength."
"Yet they have never taken the initiative to provoke conflict, destroy the Demon Race, and then dominate the Primordial Land."
"Doesn't this also show that the Wu Clan... may