"Hmph."
Faced with Nuwa's words and attitude, the Three Pure Ones said nothing, but the Twelve Ancestor Witches in the nearby area could not help snorting coldly. "Nuwa, you have overstepped."
"Nuwa, this is the territory of our Witch Clan. We do not welcome a Demon Clan Saint like you!"
"Nuwa, you barged into our Witch Clan's territory today. Are you here to declare war on us on behalf of the Demon Clan?"
"..."
At this point, killing intent began to surge from the Twelve Ancestor Witches, and they even seemed ready to start a war at any moment.
"This..."
Seeing this, Nuwa panicked.
It was not that she feared for her own safety. As a Saint, she was not afraid of the Ancestor Witches.
Even if they truly summoned the Pangu Flesh Body, it would still be difficult for them to pose a threat to her.
However, at this stage, the gap between the Witch Clan and Demon Clan was still enormous. Otherwise, Hongjun would never have established the rule that the Witch Clan governed the earth while the Demon Clan governed the heavens.
If her appearance here caused the two clans to go to war, then the Demon Clan's hard-won chance to recover would vanish completely. When that happened...
"No, no, no!"
Nuwa immediately cast aside all other concerns and waved her hands repeatedly. "Please do not misunderstand, Ancestor Witches. I merely came here to take a look. I absolutely bear no ill will toward the Witch Clan, nor do I mean to wage war against the Witch Clan on behalf of the Demon Clan."
As she spoke, a trace of humiliation flashed across Nuwa's face, but she quickly took an axe from her robes and tossed it toward Dijiang. "Ancestor Witch Dijiang, this is a Postnatal Supreme