The Demon General pinned beneath Kuafu's foot still showed no intention of yielding.
The Demon General had seen plenty of situations like this. Many members of the Witch Clan had fought back before when forced to leave the places where they lived.
But what had come of it in the end? With Saint Nuwa's emergence, the Demon Tribe's standing had risen like a boat lifted by the tide.
Once one of the Demon Tribe's higher-ups appeared, these members of the Witch Clan would immediately recognize the odds and retreat.
They would even apologize to him.
The Demon Tribe would never send him alone to seize the Witch Clan's territory.
He, too, had the Demon Tribe's higher-ups backing him.
"Stop!"
Just as the Demon General had expected, a voice rang out as Kuafu prepared to strike again.
The newcomer was none other than Demon Emperor Fuxi.
Fuxi had been cultivating on Buzhou Mountain.
Naturally, the Demon General's scream moments earlier had reached his ears.
After descending Buzhou Mountain, Fuxi happened upon the scene before him.
As a Demon Emperor of the Demon Tribe, Fuxi could hardly stand by and do nothing.
Hearing the voice, Kuafu stopped what he was doing and looked at the newcomer.
"Fuxi?"
Fuxi nodded.
"My friend of the Witch Clan, might you release this Demon General?"
"Friend? I, Kuafu, have no friends among the Demon Tribe."
"Besides, this Demon General has no idea what's good for him. He actually dared to cause trouble in our Witch Clan. If I simply let him go, where would that leave our dignity?"
Kuafu had no intention of backing down.
He knew who Fuxi was.
But as a Great Witch, Kuafu's standing in the Witch Clan was equal to that of a Demon Emperor in the Demon Tribe.
The enemy had already brought the fight to their doorstep.
If even he, a Great Witch, backed down, how could the Witch Clan ever speak of competing with the Demon Tribe for dominion over heaven and earth?
Fuxi frowned at Kuafu's words.
From what Kuafu had said, it seemed this Demon General had come here deliberately to provoke them.
If that was the case, he could hardly blame Kuafu for attacking.
Fuxi was well versed in divination. After hearing Kuafu's words, he performed a calculation and immediately understood the cause of the incident.
His younger sister had become a Sage, but she could not take action against the Witch Clan.
Thus, Di Jun and the Eastern Emperor had sought to expand the Demon Tribe's territory as much as possible before the Witch Clan could react.
Greedy for merit, this Demon General had thought that, since this place lay at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the Witch Clan would obediently withdraw out of fear of the Sage. That was why he had come to provoke them, hoping to seize this territory.
He had never expected this Witch Tribe to have a Great Witch among them, leading to the scene before Fuxi.
Having learned what had happened, Fuxi glared at the Demon General.
He was a fox borrowing the tiger's might, exploiting Fuxi's and his sister's status for his own gain.
Even so, Fuxi could not simply wash his hands of the matter.
Just as Kuafu represented the Witch Clan, he represented the Demon Tribe.
If he withdrew now, it would likely become impossible for the Demon Tribe to expand into the Witch Clan's territory in the future.
Although this Demon General truly deserved to die, as a Demon Emperor, Fuxi could not allow him to die at the Witch Clan's hands.
At that thought, Fuxi's expression grew stern.
"Great Witch Kuafu, this man belongs to our Demon Tribe. I will take him away today. Please do not stand in my way."
"Take him away? What do you think this place is?"
"You came into our Witch Clan's territory and tried to drive us out."
"I, Kuafu, am standing right here today. Let's see who can make our Witch Tribe move even a single step!"
"As for this fellow, he can be dinner!"
As he spoke, Kuafu raised his staff high.
"No! Demon Emperor, save me!"
Bang!
In his final moments, the Demon General finally realized something was wrong.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Beneath Kuafu's staff, his head was as fragile as an egg.
Before even Fuxi could react, the Demon General's head had burst open.
"Heh, sorry. I'm rather merciful. I don't like eating things alive."
After killing the Demon General, Kuafu smiled at Fuxi, his provocation unmistakable.
"You... fine. Just wonderful. It seems we truly must cross blows today!"
In an instant, Fuxi's killing intent emerged as well.
Kuafu had killed a member of the Demon Tribe right before his eyes. There could be no peaceful resolution now.
Kuafu tightened his grip on his weapon and casually kicked the Demon General's corpse aside.
"Come on! Ever since the Dao Ancestor forbade the Witch Clan and Demon Tribe from going to war, it's been a long time since I last fought a Demon Emperor. The weather's just right today. Let's stretch our muscles!"
Kuafu's fighting spirit boiled, while Fuxi's gaze was equally cold.
Boom!
Kuafu shot forward like a cannonball, the ground cracking beneath his first step.
Fuxi waved his hand, and an Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram appeared before him.
With a bang, the two clashed.
In an instant, heaven and earth lost their color.
Not far away, a group from the Witch Clan rushed toward Kuafu.
Neither Fuxi nor Kuafu gave an inch.
Fuxi was a demon of the Demon Tribe.
Kuafu, likewise, was a Great Witch of the Witch Clan.
Their fighting strength was evenly matched.
Though their battle caused a tremendous commotion, neither could gain the upper hand.
But as they exchanged blows, their tempers truly flared.
Their strikes grew increasingly powerful.
Fuxi knew that continuing to fight like this would yield no result.
He was about to turn and withdraw.
Just then, however, a voice suddenly rang out nearby.
"Demon Tribe scum! You actually dared to come here and cause trouble? I'll cleave you apart alive!"
The sudden voice startled everyone.
Looking toward its source, they saw that a burly, dark-skinned man carrying a battle-axe had arrived at the tribe's entrance at some point.
His eyes fixed on Fuxi, he charged over with a savage expression.
Sensing the burly man's aura, Fuxi's expression changed.
"Another Great Witch!"
Now Fuxi was genuinely alarmed.
He could handle one Great Witch, but facing two at once would be troublesome.
Kuafu frowned. Although fighting two against one was somewhat dishonorable, they were enemies now. This was no time to insist on fair play.
If they could capture Fuxi, it would not only bolster the Witch Clan's confidence.
It would also allow them to sound out the attitude of the Demon Tribe's Sage.
Most importantly, capturing Fuxi by himself was all but impossible.
At that thought, Kuafu no longer refused to join forces.
"It's Great Witch Man Niu! Now this demon won't get away."
Some members of the Witch Tribe recognized the burly, dark-skinned man.
The Demon Tribe's recent oppression of the Witch Clan had gone far too far, so neither Kuafu nor Man Niu showed the slightest mercy as they attacked.
Fuxi, who had previously fought Kuafu with ease, was wounded within moments.
No, I can't stay here any longer. At this rate, I'll soon be defeated.
With that thought, Fuxi hesitated no further.
Facing Kuafu, Fuxi stopped dodging and instead closed in.
As Kuafu hurled a punch at him, Fuxi met it with his palm.
"You're courting death!"
Seeing Fuxi dare to meet him head-on, Kuafu roared and put even more force into his fist.
Meanwhile, without Fuxi noticing, Man Niu had circled behind him.
One in front and one behind, the two moved to trap him between them.
Bang!
Fist and palm collided.
Fuxi felt the organs in his chest and abdomen shudder.
The Witch Clan's strength is truly terrifying. A single punch has already injured my organs. I can't meet him head-on.
I'll use this force to get away. Retreat comes first!