Primordial World: I Started by Making Nuwa Cry; Turns Out I Am a Mythological Grand Unity

The Human Race was completely fine.

Seriously injured?

My ass!

"Nuwa, take a good look. Who exactly bullied whom?"

"It was clearly the Human Race bullying our clansmen!"

"That only proves your clansmen were useless. They lacked the strength to defeat my people!"

"But the fact remains that your Three Clans invaded my Human Race! I absolutely will not allow anyone to bully my babies!"

"So I don't plan on letting you off that easily."

Nuwa raised her brows, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes. She summoned the Red Embroidered Ball and advanced toward the Patriarchs of the Three Clans step by step.

The Patriarchs of the Three Clans were horrified. Their faces darkened, shifting from blue to purple, becoming terribly ugly.

If they had not mistaken it, the object in Nuwa's hand was the Red Embroidered Ball!

The Red Embroidered Ball was an innate treasure with immense power. No matter how great one's Magic Power was, escape was impossible. Once struck by the Red Embroidered Ball, death was certain; neither one's physical body nor primordial spirit would remain intact.

Moreover, this magical weapon's power increased along with its wielder's cultivation and strength.

Nuwa was now at the Three Heavens of the Saint Realm, while the Patriarchs of the Three Clans—Ancestor Dragon, Yuanfeng, and First Kirin—had only just reached the One Heaven of the Saint Realm.

If Nuwa brought that ball down, it would probably smash their brains straight out, send blood spurting everywhere, and annihilate their primordial spirits!

At the thought, the three of them trembled. They stared at the Red Embroidered Ball in Nuwa's hand in terror and hurriedly backed away.

Just as Nuwa was about to teach them a good lesson, she sensed a powerful force descending upon the Human Race.

The previously clear sky darkened