The Demon Clan had four emperors, while the Witch Clan had the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Moreover, among the Ancestral Witches were Great Divine Ability Users who were no weaker than the Demon Clan's emperors!
At the very least, the ultimate achievements of Ancestral Witch Houtu were enough to rival Nuwa!
The clash between life and death, the contention between creation and reincarnation... In the end, who would emerge victorious?
A thought in Feng Xi's mind yearned toward that scene, as though he wanted to cross the barriers of time and space to witness it.
Suddenly, cold sweat broke out across his back.
Lord Houtu and Saint King Nuwa were competing over the Great Dao... If that was the case, wouldn't Lord Houtu's visit to Phoenix Perch Mountain be taking an enormous risk?
What if Nuwa wasn't particularly scrupulous and secretly summoned the Demon Clan's experts—demon gods, demon commanders, and demon emperors alike—to lie in ambush here...?
Once Lord Houtu and Lord Dijiang arrived, they could shut the gates, smash a cup as the signal, and swarm out to chop the two Ancestral Witches into minced meat... Wouldn't that mean the Great Witch Clan was finished?
Only belatedly did Feng Xi realize the immense danger hidden in the information revealed by Great Sage Fuxi.
A contest over the Great Dao meant fighting to the death!
Could Nuwa really not be considering how to eliminate Houtu?
Feng Xi was panicking badly.
He gazed into the divine dojo on Phoenix Perch Mountain, at the hall Lord Dijiang and Houtu had entered together... It remained peaceful and serene, yet in Feng Xi's eyes, it resembled the calm before a storm!
"You're afraid?" Xi Huang asked with a smile.
"Of course." Feng Xi sighed. "I'm afraid because I can't keep my life in my own