The people of the primordial era ruled the heavens and earth.

The sudden backlash from Heaven made Nuwa a little flustered.

She didn't understand why Heaven would oppose her simply because she wanted to kill Qin Tian.

Could it be that Qin Tian is the son of Heaven?

Or perhaps Hongjun intervened secretly, using the power of the Heavenly Dao to stop him.

For a moment, Nuwa's face was incredibly colorful, turning from blue to purple, she was furious, but had nowhere to vent her anger.

Because Heaven responded to this, stating directly that all of this was because of Qin Tian and the human race.

It was practically stated outright that Qin Tian possessed the destiny of humanity and was a core figure in the human race, therefore he was untouchable.

But Nuwa was unwilling to give up. She knew that now was the best opportunity to kill Qin Tian.

After this period, when the human race's fortunes rise, killing Qin Tian will be extremely difficult.

So Nuwa, risking the backlash, struck again, trying to nip Qin Tian in the bud.

Originally, the group of Ancestral Witches were quite happy to see that Qin Tian was unharmed.

It was clear that Nuwa had taken action again, and her face darkened once more, looking extremely grim.

"Nuwa, do you think my brothers and I are made of clay?"

With a loud roar, the twelve Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang, Houtu, and Xuanming, joined forces and swung their divine axes, formed from the laws of nature, towards the red embroidered ball.

With a deafening roar, the red embroidered ball was knocked back.

Although the group of ancestral witches also suffered considerable losses, fortunately, their physical bodies were strong, and they recovered quickly.

Seeing that the Wu tribe also intended to get involved in this mess, Nuwa's anger intensified, and flames almost rose in her eyes.

At this moment, Nuwa disregarded everything else and directly broke through space, arriving at the battlefield from the chaos.

This greatly boosted the morale of the demon race.

"Witch Clan, how dare you lay a hand on me!"

"I think you're all tired of living."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nuwa waved her sleeve, and the laws of wind in the world condensed, transforming into enormous wind blades that rushed towards Pangu, the collective entity of the Ancestral Witches.

"Hmph!" Dijiang snorted coldly: "A mere trick, yet you dare to show it off."

As he spoke, Dijiang once again swung his divine axe, cleaving it horizontally towards Nuwa.

Although the Heaven-Opening Axe in Dijiang's hand is not a physical object, it is a divine axe formed by condensing the power of the twelve Ancestral Witches' laws, and it is no ordinary thing.

A chilling flash of silver light appeared, and the wind blade that Nuwa had unleashed was shattered into pieces, turning into a stream of wind that returned to the world.

Although Nuwa knew that the giant formed by the twelve ancestral witches was quite powerful.

But no one expected it to be so powerful that it could even annihilate and shatter the laws of nature.

Caught off guard, Nuwa was struck by the flying axe light, which tore her clothes and cut into her flesh.

From Nuwa's perspective, the most important thing is to seize the fortune of heaven and earth and to maintain her own reputation.

This attack at this moment undoubtedly damaged her reputation, and the existence of the Witch Clan further hindered the development of the Demon Clan.

Enraged, Nuwa struck again, unleashing the power of the Great Dao to launch a frenzied attack on the giant formed by the Ancestral Witches.

Seeing this, Qin Tian wanted to help, but at that moment, Di Jun and Tai Yi, who had recovered some of their fighting strength, stood in front of him, giving him no chance at all.

Although Nuwa was furious and wished she could kill all the Ancestral Witches, she knew that she couldn't afford to offend them because of the cause and effect involved.

If she really did that, the lightest consequence would be that she would lose her holy position.

Therefore, Nuwa was simply venting her anger, using the giant as a punching bag.

Zhu Rong had never been treated like this before, and immediately shouted, "Brother, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

"We brothers are of the bloodline of our Father God; how can we be oppressed like this?"

"So what if she's a saint? I refuse to believe that we brothers, burning our blood, can't even handle a woman like her."

Being overwhelmed by Nuwa and powerless to fight back, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin were burning with anger.

He immediately adopted Zhu Rong's suggestion and directly burned his bloodline power.

Instantly, Nuwa felt the giant's body become incredibly hot, emanating a primordial aura.

This shocked Nuwa greatly, leaving her somewhat dazed.

This momentary lapse in concentration gave Dijiang an opportunity; he swung his divine axe and struck Nuwa directly.

Otherwise, at the critical moment, the magnificent landscape painting automatically emerged from Nuwa's body and protected her physical form.

At this moment, Nuwa had already been cut in half at the waist by Dijiang's axe.

Even so, Nuwa was not having an easy time.

The magnificent landscape painting was her most precious treasure, the one she had cultivated with her very life. When Di Jiang struck it with his axe, it nearly destroyed the entire landscape within.

The treasure was damaged, and Nuwa's mind was also affected, with blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

This unexpected turn of events left the powerful beings watching the battle through the cloud mirrors completely stunned.

"I'm not seeing things, am I? Nuwa is injured, and it looks like she's seriously injured."

"These barbarians are indeed descendants of Pangu; they can even wound a sage. It seems that even a sage is not invincible."

"Even Nuwa is no match for them. It seems the war between the Lich King and the Demon King is already a foregone conclusion."

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With her luck declining, she suffered a series of injuries, and her most precious treasure, which she had cultivated with her life force, was severely damaged. All these events brought Nuwa's anger to a peak.

"You all deserve to die! Today, I will show you what it truly means to be a saint!"

With a loud roar, Nuwa used the Primordial Purple Qi within her body to connect with the Heavenly Dao, directly mobilizing the power of the Heavenly Dao to freeze the giant formed by the combined array of the Ancestral Witches in mid-air.

Then, with a light, floating palm strike, a giant handprint formed in mid-air, rapidly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth before striking down towards the giant's head.

Dijiang, Houtu, Zhujiuyin and other ancestral witches felt their hearts pounding wildly. Their intuition told them that if they couldn't withstand this palm strike, they would die.

Driven by an intense will to survive, the ancestral witches worked together as one, burning the power of their bloodline and the power of their laws.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were originally formed from the essence and blood of Pangu combined with the turbid energy between heaven and earth.

At this moment, with all his power burning within him, a violent aura appeared between heaven and earth.

Sensing this ambiguous aura, the powerful beings in the world were all shaken, their faces filled with disbelief.

As the first great beings in the world, they were all born and nurtured by the earth, and had an inexplicable relationship with Pangu.

In my mind, there are fragments of Pangu's great battle against three thousand chaotic demons, and his transformation into all things in heaven and earth.

Therefore, they were not unfamiliar with the aura of Pangu.

At this moment, the aura emanating from the giant was exactly the same as that of Pangu, only with a touch more murderous intent.

This shocked them, and they stared intently into the cloud mirror.

They were eager to know whether Nuwa's sacred way could withstand such power, which was no different from that of Pangu.

However, what they didn't know was that Nuwa was even more shocked than they were.

Nuwa, facing this power head-on, clearly sensed that her sacred path was nothing in the face of it.

At that moment, all she wanted to do was run...