When Jieyin heard Nuwa say this, he remained silent, but Zhunti smiled faintly. "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you are mistaken. We are all cultivators of Hong Huang, so why distinguish between east and west? My senior brother and I merely cannot stand seeing you rely on your Saint-level cultivation to bully the weak. That is why we wish to speak a fair word for the Witch Race.
If Fellow Daoist Nuwa stops here, so be it. But if you still intend to attack the Witch Race, then my senior brother and I may have to stop you."
At those words, both Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones, who had been observing in secret, frowned. Would Zhunti and Jieyin really be so kind as to help the Witch Race? They merely wanted to use this excuse to interfere in the war between the Witches and Demons.
Though no one knew what they were plotting, it was undoubtedly for the sake of the west.
However, since the two of them had found such an excuse, it was difficult to stop them.
Below, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, with the exception of Houtu, were almost all hot-tempered. Were they supposed to endure such humiliation just to survive?
"Hmph, Nuwa, if you want to save Fuxi, then take one strike from our axe!"
Gonggong's voice rang out. Immediately afterward, axe shadows crisscrossed the sky, and axe light pierced through the ages as it swept toward Nuwa.
Nuwa's expression darkened in anger. She was a lofty Saint, yet after she had spoken so reasonably, they still refused to show her any respect?
"Then let us see the power of the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation without the guidance of the spiritual consciousness Pangu the Great had scattered throughout heaven and earth."
Nuwa did not dare be careless. Facing