Fortunately, Di Jun had a defensive treasure on him. The two fighters' self-destructions had only left him severely wounded, and he could recover by expending some magical power.
Supported by the Demon Gods, Di Jun flew up from the Primordial Land into the sky. He sat cross-legged in the void and began using his magical power to heal his injuries.
After all, a formidable enemy stood before them, and he still had to keep fighting.
As Di Jun recovered, several Demon Gods stood guard over him. He was the lord of the Demon Court, after all, and they dared not neglect him.
Meanwhile, Dijiang and Fuxi were locked in an evenly matched battle. They had exchanged countless blows, yet neither had emerged victorious.
Boom!
They exchanged several more blows, shattering the void and shaking the earth, turning the wind and clouds upside down.
Then they abruptly separated, both standing high in the sky, their eyes fixed fiercely on each other.
Fuxi was a Demon Emperor of the Demon Court, holding an exalted position equal to Eastern Emperor Taiyi's. He was also Lady Nuwa's elder brother, and his cultivation had reached the late Quasi-Saint stage, making him immensely powerful.
Although Dijiang had reached the pinnacle of the Quasi-Saint realm, the gap between their strengths was not that great. Killing his opponent would take some effort.
Dijiang was the Ancestral Witch of space and speed, possessing unparalleled swiftness. He could use that advantage to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.
"Fuxi, I advise you to leave at once. Do not interfere in the affairs of the Witch Clan and Demon Race, or you will become another departed soul beneath my blade."
Dijiang was somewhat wary of Nuwa's strength. After all, a Saint possessed limitless power, far beyond anything a Quasi-Saint could