After a long silence, Donghuang Taiyi casually made a gesture.
"Boom!"
In the next instant, a mighty, imposing bell appeared in his hand.
The bell rang out, and endless Mysterious Yellow Qi poured down. As soon as the great bell appeared, space and time twisted and warped.
"What?"
Seeing Donghuang Taiyi bring out his Companion Treasure, the Donghuang Bell,
the Demon Race's gathered senior leaders were all filled with trepidation.
They all knew that Donghuang Taiyi was ready to rush to Dijun's aid at any moment.
As the Yao Gods were distracted, Donghuang Taiyi said calmly,
"Remember this."
"Everything Eldest Brother does is for the sake of our Demon Race!"
Though he said this, Donghuang Taiyi was deeply displeased with Kunpeng.
In his view, Dijun wanted the Merit Kunpeng possessed for the sake of the Demon Race. Kunpeng should have offered it with both hands.
Who could have guessed that Kunpeng wouldn't hand over his Merit and would instead fight Dijun?
"This Kunpeng really doesn't know when to quit!"
Donghuang Taiyi muttered under his breath, his face dark with displeasure.
Seeing this, the Yao Gods dared not say another word. They all continued watching the battle in the North Sea.
At Nuwa Palace, after sensing what had happened, Nuwa Saint furrowed her delicate brows and sighed helplessly.
"Alas!"
"It seems the Demon Race's future can hardly escape calamity!"
As she spoke, Nuwa's expression grew grave.
But unfortunately, she had now become the Demon Race's Saint, irrevocably bound to the race.
Otherwise, she would not have relented when Dijun came to Nuwa Palace earlier to borrow the Merit from the creation of humanity.
Meanwhile, Qin Mu had left the Underworld and was preparing to head to Zixiao Palace in the Chaos Void to meet Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Who would