Inside the Earth Emperor Hall in the Netherworld.
Houtu sat upright in the main seat, with the three Great Shamans-Hou Yi, Xingtian, and Jiu Feng-standing below her.
Nuwa had healed the Ten Great Demon Sages' injuries. Naturally, Houtu would not simply watch her own subordinates remain gravely wounded, so she had healed them as well.
Watching the images displayed on the Mystic Light Mirror before her, she saw that Gungun had successfully stormed the Demon Emperor Palace and that the Netherworld army had gained complete dominance on the main battlefield against the demons. She nodded with a smile, her spirits lifting considerably.
Nuwa, you've lost! Houtu thought smugly as she looked toward the Wa Emperor Palace.
Then she instructed Hou Yi and the others, "Go escort Azure Luan into the Nine Hells and bring the Human-Creating Whip back to me. Be quick!"
"Yes, Empress!" the three Great Shamans answered with bowed heads. Then they turned, took a step, and vanished.
After they left, Houtu recalled the earlier scene of Azure Luan viciously lashing Gungun with the Human-Creating Whip. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she murmured, "The Human-Creating Whip... it really is a considerable threat!"
On the battlefield between ghosts and demons.
Guiche was half dead, and Shang Yang and Nine-Infant were hardly any better off. Ji Meng and Iron-Tooth were being relentlessly beaten by Zhen Yuanzi, while Feidan and the remaining Demon Sages struggled to hold out against the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation deployed by the twelve Witch-Humans. Anyone with eyes could see that the Demon Race's total rout was only a matter of time.
Above the main battlefield, Azure Luan, wielding the Human-Creating Whip, had also fallen into a predicament unlike anything she had ever faced.
"Bang!"
"Ah!" Shentu swung his battle halberd, tearing a massive