The Demon Race had been worrying about what to do. Although they still had more than thirty Great Luo Demon Gods besides their Demon Sages, and their overall strength remained formidable,
the Underworld had Netherworld Emperor Gungun, a Quasi-Saint who had achieved the two-corpse slash. With the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus and the Black Tortoise Water-Control Banner, two Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures, in his possession, he was ridiculously tough. Add the other deities of the Netherworld, and, honestly, they would have a hard time holding them off.
But now, things were different.
Lady Nuwa was willing to heal the Demon Sages' injuries and restore them to their peak condition. In that case, hmph, we wouldn't give a mere Underworld a second thought.
That's right, even if the Netherworld Emperor leads the campaign himself.
The Underworld has only one Quasi-Saint, while we have ten. Even with his Numinous Treasures, could he possibly fight ten of us alone?
Once he arrives, just watch us surround him and beat him until he squeals!
At these thoughts, anticipation flashed in the eyes of Guiche and the other Demon Sages.
Bai Ze, however, was more cautious. After thanking Nuwa, he considered for a while, then requested, "Your Majesty, the Ancestral Bear has numerous magical treasures and bizarre methods. Should matters become desperate, I humbly ask that you permit me to use the Witch-Slaying Sword against him."
Hearing Bai Ze's request, Nuwa frowned and glanced at Gungun in the Primordial World, sitting on his Litter as Nether Soldiers carried him through the air toward the Northern Lands. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Granted!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"Achoo!" Gungun sat lazily on his Litter, holding a Glazed Cup filled with beast milk. Suddenly, his nose twitched, and he let out a violent sneeze.