The demons shrieked in pain, but had no time to clutch their wounds. Dragging its bloody neck behind it, the creature fled wildly for its life. Seeing that his hound had wounded only one of its heads while the others remained, Yang Jian suddenly felt the matter was thorny. At once, he activated Earth Evasion and sped after it close to the ground. Lei Zhenzi and Wei Hu pursued without letting up as well. The three swept along like a gale scattering leaves, like a sudden downpour pounding the earth, chasing until demonic aura scattered in all directions and even the stars and moon lost their color.
Suddenly, yellow banners could be seen fluttering ahead, incense smoke curling through the air, auspicious clouds carpeting the ground, and a jeweled canopy floating overhead. Dozens of girls in plain robes stood in ranks to either side. At their center, a goddess rode slowly forward upon an Azure Luan—it was Empress Nuwa herself.
Before Empress Nuwa's Azure Luan had even landed, the three demons had frozen in terror midair. Hastily suppressing their demonic light, they prostrated and kowtowed. "Your Majesty has come in person. This lowly beasts failed to withdraw in proper respect; we beg Your Majesty's forgiveness! Yang Jian is pursuing us relentlessly. We implore Your Majesty to show mercy and grant us a thread of life!"
Empress Nuwa's face was cold and clear, her voice like Cold Iron. "Biyun, bring the Monster-Binding Rope. Bind these three roots of calamity and hand them to Yang Jian to escort back to the Zhou Camp, where Jiang Ziya will pass judgment on them." The young attendant Biyun stepped forward at her command. With a flick of the rope, the three demons were instantly unable to move.
Hearing this, the three demons wailed and cried.