Chapter 2325

Everything had changed dramatically; Xiangliu, Xingtian, and Jiufeng were all pacing frantically.

They knew the distress signal from the Yan and Huang Emperors had reached the Pangu Hall, and Luo Fu had learned of it; Luo Fu understood that saving the Yan and Huang Emperors would give them a chance to prepare.

The Yan and Huang Emperors were a turning point, a catalyst!

Luo Fu no longer needed to guard the Town of Demons himself—his avatar projection could manage it.

Luo Fu decided to go out in person!

Jimen and Feilian and others had been at the front all along; even Guiche had come—he was covered in wounds, but his resentment had not been released, so he was extremely brutal.

Whenever they captured a human, they slashed upward, directly severing the victim's Three Souls and Seven Spirits and trapping them in a bottle, to be refined later into the Sacrifice-to-Witch Sword.

As long as the Three Souls and Seven Spirits were sealed, nothing else needed to be kept!

Nüwa saw this horrific scene and was greatly shocked.

But she could not intervene—if she did, she would be meddling in their affairs, and if a Holy One acted, it would inevitably spark another conflict.

Nüwa could only place her hope in Fuxi, waiting to see what Fuxi would do.

Some were bound to be present here, and just as Nüwa and Fuxi arrived, they saw Luo Fu leading the Witch Clan to the scene, watching.

Yes—watching!

Luo Fu had no intention of intervening, yet he saved the Yan and Huang Emperors.

Emperor Yan bowed respectfully to Luo Fu and said: "Please, Holy One Luo Fu, save my people from this fire and water!"

"If Holy One Luo Fu saves my people, we shall spill our blood and brains, and give our lives in repayment!"

Fuxi heard these words—he was not angry, for Emperor Yan spoke truly: Nüwa could not act, and Fuxi alone could not stand against the Demon Clan.

He was one of the Demon Clan—how could he possibly strike down his own kind?

Fuxi could only sigh silently, lamenting inwardly.

"Such is fate!"

"No wonder the Demon Clan had begun to show signs of decline—it came from here; even the human race could never be friendly with the Demon Clan, and might become mortal enemies instead..."

Fuxi thought of something, and returned silently to Nüwa's side without a sound.

After whispering a few words into Nüwa's ear, she understood; her expression relaxed instantly, and she left with Fuxi.

Jimen glanced at Nüwa as she and Fuxi departed, then finally exhaled in relief.

He feared Nüwa would help!

If Nüwa aided the humans, they could never slaughter them.

Besides, they still needed countless Three Souls and Seven Spirits from the humans, and had many uses for them—they must prepare thoroughly.

Feidan and Shangyang were also helping, all seeking the Sacrifice-to-Witch Sword.

Only the Sacrifice-to-Witch Sword could defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches; only the Sacrifice-to-Witch Sword could fear nothing—they wanted to obtain the Sacrifice-to-Witch Sword and settle everything.

These Demon Saints advanced as if they had no fear of death!

Not all Twelve Ancestral Witches had been dispatched—only Gonggong, Zhurong, and Jumang had come.

Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang had not come; they guarded the Pangu Hall, and not even the other Great Witches had arrived.

Jiufeng said: "Why won't Brother let me go? I promised the Yan and Huang Emperors..."