Sure enough, Saints were indeed different. Their vision reached much farther than theirs. They had nearly gotten Lord Fuxi killed, and luckily, they had not acted against Kunpeng.
Kunpeng really was a disaster!
They could neither kill him nor leave him alive!
Fuxi was also stunned when he heard this, and his heart trembled.
Fortunately, fortunately, he had not acted yet. His little sister had stopped him in time; otherwise, he would have been dragged down by Kunpeng and lost his life...
Helplessly, Fuxi glared fiercely at Kunpeng on the ground, withdrew his hand resentfully, and said through clenched teeth,
"Kunpeng, consider yourself lucky! I'll spare your bird life for now!"
Kunpeng had already resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes, waiting for death. Who could have imagined that Nuwa would actually step in to "save" him?
After hearing the reason, Kunpeng was left utterly dumbfounded and miserable, wanting to cry but having no tears...
So that was how it was. His destiny had not yet run its course, which was why Fuxi and Nuwa had no choice but to spare him. In other words, once his destiny reached its end, Nuwa and Fuxi would personally come and take his head?
For a moment, Kunpeng did not know whether he should feel happy or sad.
Still, being lucky enough to recover his old life was ultimately a good thing. He, Kunpeng, could continue to cling to life for a few more days.
"Elder Brother, in my opinion, the Human Race's crisis can be considered resolved. Besides, the Demon Clan has just suffered a setback, so they probably won't dare to act recklessly in the short term. I think we should return to Fengqi Mountain as well..."
Fuxi nodded in agreement when he heard this.
"Good."
Before leaving, Nuwa