Chapter 2523

Luo Fu, on the Multiverse Chat Group, watched one stunning scene after another from the demon race, almost wanting to award Dong Huang Taiyi a golden medal—Dong Huang Taiyi was simply too good at acting.

"Dong Huang Taiyi still thinks he can manipulate Nüwa; he's still too green. Nüwa's path to sainthood wasn't achieved so easily—her schemes run deeper than theirs."

Those who can attain sainthood all carry deep calculations within their hearts; they aren't easily fooled.

Neither Fuxi's Qin nor Fuxi's Eight Trigrams were taken from him—this alone reveals just how resolute Nüwa had to be to come to the Demon Court.

"Nüwa is someone who can accomplish great things!"

Here, Luo Fu smiled. Since Nüwa couldn't openly aid the Witch Clan, and he couldn't ask her to aid them secretly, it was enough if she merely passed along messages.

Besides, Luo Fu hadn't even met Nüwa yet—if she wanted to act, let her act.

Nüwa possessed a compassionate heart; as long as she still cared for the human race, still wished to benefit all beings and save them, she would inevitably act—only a matter of time.

Thinking of this, Luo Fu turned his thoughts to Houtu and Xuanming.

The two of them were near Bombarding Lingshan; though powerful, they lacked real experience and were being steadily pushed back during their assault on the demon race.

Fortunately, Qiangliang was beside them—otherwise, Houtu and Xuanming might have been wounded.

Luo Fu narrowed his eyes. "Houtu's power is sufficient, but it's too yin and soft. The power of the Earth Mother—the land's force—should be stronger."

As for Xuanming, with the Qiankun Cauldron and Xuanming Bone Arrows, his power had nearly doubled.

It was precisely because Xuanming believed his strength and cultivation base had reached their peak that he charged forward recklessly—and ended up trapped.

If Qiangliang hadn't pulled him out, Xuanming would now be a sieve.

"Close call, close call!" Xuanming patted his chest.

Houtu, fighting with full vigor, slapped Xuanming's shoulder. "How's that? I'm stronger than you!"

"Don't get cocky—if you hadn't trained your power so thoroughly with Saint Luo Fu, I wouldn't have lost to you."

Xuanming retorted: "I still have two ancient magic treasures. If I combine them with Brother Shebishi's poison, I'll be invincible!"

"Didn't Brother Shebishi already prepare the poison for you? Haven't you tried it yet?"

"Not yet."

Houtu frowned. "Why not?"

"You'll see soon enough—these people won't charge forward so easily."

Xuanming held back his explanation, but Houtu quickly understood: Xuanming had set a trap designed to ensnare the entire demon race.

This trap would trap nearly a hundred demons, poisoning them with Shebishi's toxin!

"Brilliant move!"

"Naturally."

Xuanming wanted to boast, but Qiangliang frowned deeply—he felt something was off about Bombarding Lingshan. They'd split into several groups—so why was the demon pressure heaviest here, with Xuanming and Houtu?

All the pressure had fallen on their squad—if the demon race launched another mass assault, they definitely couldn't hold.