Kunpeng could hardly claim he did not care at all about the Vermilion Bird Banner being in Gungun's hands. Still, he was in no hurry. He had patience to spare, and he believed that a god's life was long: one day, the Vermilion Bird Banner would return to his hands.
Sure enough, his opportunity had arrived!
The Dao Ancestor expressly forbade the Witch Race and the Demon Race from waging war for a million years, but Soaring Serpent belongs to the Wa Emperor Palace and is not bound by that restriction. If I help Soaring Serpent, I might still be suspected of violating the Dao Ancestor's command, but considering that I would be helping Lady Nuwa's battle pet, surely the Dao Ancestor would not punish me severely. Lady Nuwa would also commend me for it. With Nuwa shielding me, the Witch Race could only let the matter of my reclaiming the Vermilion Bird Banner slide. All that remains is to wait for the day of the decisive battle. An inscrutable gleam flickered in Kunpeng's eyes as he thought.
Meanwhile, Bai Ze, who stood slightly behind Kunpeng, suddenly frowned.
Like Dijun and Kunpeng, he had been delighted to see Soaring Serpent chasing Gungun, believing it an opportunity. After all, Houtu's battle pet had offended Nuwa's battle pet. That would inevitably affect relations between the Witch Race and the Wa Emperor Palace, greatly benefiting their Demon Race. But on closer reflection...
Why chase him like this?
On foot?
Soaring Serpent and Gungun were both Innate deities with boundless magical power. If they truly had a grudge and intended to fight to the death, they could simply use spells and divine abilities, revealing their true forms and manifestations. They would clash in no time, and the scene would undoubtedly be exceptionally bloody. Yet