Dan Jing's words were harsh.
But as a fierce figure who had fought the Twelve Ancestral Witches and beaten down a host of powerful experts,
his words—
carried tremendous weight!
Since Dan Jing said that the alliance formed by Nuwa and Fuxi could not defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race,
then at the very least—
at this stage, they definitely could not win!
Fuxi and Nuwa both fell silent involuntarily.
Having fought the Witch Race before, they knew all too well how troublesome those brutish savages were.
It was not that they could not be killed.
The main problem was—
the price of killing them was simply too great.
Bearing the titles of "Pangu Descendants" and "Pangu Orthodox Lineage," the karmic power and consequences one would have to shoulder for killing the Witch Race were not something ordinary people could withstand!
Not to mention—
no one yet had a clear concept or understanding of just how powerful the Twelve Ancestral Witches were!
After a moment of silence.
Fuxi looked at Dan Jing, who wore a smiling expression, and cupped his hands in salute.
He asked:
"May I ask if Fellow Daoist Dan Jing has any brilliant insights?"
This question made Dan Jing laugh.
"Hahahaha..."
"What do you think I came here for?"
"To watch your spectacle and enjoy your misery—not to solve your problems for you!"
"Brilliant insights? Brilliant my ass!"
Hearing Dan Jing's blunt words, Fuxi's face darkened.
Of course.
Nuwa's expression was not looking too good either—
after all, she was Fuxi's younger sister!
Dan Jing's crude words had accidentally caught her in the crossfire.
"Hahahaha..."
Seeing Fuxi and Nuwa fall silent, Dan Jing laughed again and stopped adding to their troubles.
Even enjoying a spectacle required sustainable development.
If he put so much pressure