Although filled with doubt in his heart, upon hearing Nuwa's words, Fu Xi still chose to retreat.
He was well aware that if he insisted on intervening, he would inevitably offend Jiufeng, which would lead to the summoning of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, escalating a minor issue into a great war between the Witch and Demon Clans.
It's not worth it!
At this moment in time, neither the Witch Clan nor the Demon Clan is ready for war. If the situation is assessed carefully, the Demon Clan remains the weaker party.
Now is definitely not the time to erupt into a great war!
"Jiufeng Daoist, take good care of yourself!"
Therefore, Fu Xi only uttered this cryptic remark before directly leaving the Witch Clan's territory.
"That was close!"
Xuanqing felt the lingering fear in his heart.
But just when he thought he had escaped a calamity, he suddenly experienced the world spinning around him, as if an incomparable great force enveloped his body.
"A Saint!"
