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

With a deafening roar, Kunpeng greatly underestimated the strength of the God of Slaughter.

The claws, as hard as immortal gold, were slashed by crescent-shaped blades of light, spilling blood onto the ground.

Fortunately, he had been warned by Bai Ze beforehand and managed to dodge slightly in time.

This saved them from the ordeal of being disemboweled.

Kunpeng was a sensible fellow; with just one move, he understood the gap between himself and the God of Slaughter.

He hurriedly cried out, "Your Excellency, I was wrong. I shouldn't have attacked you."

"This is the Hetu (River Map), please take it, Your Excellency."

As he spoke, Kunpeng quickly took out the Hetu diagram, threw it in front of Huangtian, and actively dissipated his primordial spirit imprint.

"Hmph." Huang Tian snorted coldly, "It's too late to realize your mistake now."

"God King, cut off one of his wings."

"Didn't he boast that he could fly fast, possessing the world's fastest speed?"

"I'd like to see how he'll fly without a wing."

The Kunpeng looked terrified and immediately tried to run away.

He knew that if Huang Tian could say it, the God King of Slaughter could absolutely do it.

However, he was fast, but the God of Slaughter was even faster.

A flash of cold light appeared, and a sword aura slashed through the sky.

Before Kunpeng could react, one of its wings fell to the ground, landing in the Northern Ocean and splashing up a vast expanse of water.

Kunpeng, in the sea it is Kun, in the sky it is Peng.

However, having lost one wing, he could no longer maintain his roc form and transformed into a giant Kun in the sky, crashing into the Northern Sea.

On the left side of his body, gushing blood instantly stained the water within a radius of a thousand feet crimson.

The Kunpeng, writhing in pain, rolled around in the Northern Sea, howling in agony.

First there was the ghost car, and now there's the Kunpeng.

Having witnessed the tragic fate of their clan's powerful members twice, the group of demon saints' faith in the demon race crumbled.

They silently made a decision in their hearts.

Huang Tian had no idea about this. After admiring the sight of the Kunpeng thrashing about in the water for a while, he took the severed wing and, escorted by the God of Slaughter, returned to the Heavenly Court.

In the heavens, within Nuwa's palace, Nuwa witnessed the entire event.

But she didn't make a move; her eyes were unfocused, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"younger sister"

"..."

"younger sister…"

Fuxi called her several times before she came to her senses.

"Brother, what do you want with me?"

Fuxi looked pained and pointed to the Kunpeng wailing in the cloud mirror, saying, "Sister, the Kunpeng is one of the few remaining quasi-saints of our demon race."

"If we continue like this, even if he doesn't die, he will be severely damaged and fall from the Quasi-Saint realm."

"Please help him!"

Nuwa shook her head: "Brother, if you want to help him, go help him yourself. He brought all this on himself."

"If he hadn't fought you for the River Map back then, he wouldn't have ended up like this today."

"Alas!" Fuxi sighed softly, "That may be true, but he is still one of the pillars of my demon race."

"Just consider it an act of kindness for the demon race, and help him this once."

Seeing her brother's persistence, Nuwa didn't say anything more. With a thought, she condensed the endless power of the laws of creation into a rhombus-shaped crystal in the air.

Immediately, he tore through space and sent the Creation Prism above the Kunpeng, saying:

"Kunpeng, this is a divine crystal that I condensed using the Great Dao of Creation. Swallow it and your injuries will be healed."

"Take care of yourself from now on."

Kunpeng, unsuspecting, leaped out of the water, opened its enormous maw, and swallowed the Creation Prism.

Under the immense power of the laws of creation, Kunpeng's injuries began to improve visibly.

The bleeding stopped quickly, and new flesh grew.

But Kunpeng had a feeling that although his injuries had healed, his roc body might never fully recover.

Realizing this, Kunpeng disregarded his injuries and leaped out of the water, intending to transform into a roc as usual.

Unexpectedly, the wings on the left side just wouldn't grow.

Kunpeng's strength is largely attributed to its roc form.

At this point, the destruction of this form is tantamount to the destruction of him.

Without a second thought, Kunpeng knelt in the air and cried out loudly towards the direction where the Creation Prism had appeared, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty of Great Compassion!"

"Please save this old minister!"

"This old minister cannot live without wings! Without wings, how can this old minister live?"

In Nuwa's palace, upon hearing Kunpeng's hoarse cry, Fuxi couldn't help but look at his younger sister.

But Nuwa hesitated to intervene, seemingly having no intention of helping at all.

And so, Kunpeng cried even more bitterly.

At this moment, Kunpeng was filled with regret, wondering why he hadn't listened to Bai Ze.

But it was too late to say anything now. He could only look at the group of demon saints and demon gods with pleading eyes, his meaning all too clear.

Bai Ze, Jiu Ying, and other demon saints and demon gods all understood and knelt down, cupping their hands and pleading, "Please, Your Majesty, lend a hand to the demon master."

Nuwa knew very well where the crux of the problem lay.

If Huangtian hadn't taken away its wings, Kunpeng could have easily reattached them itself.

But at this point, the wings had been taken away by Huang Tian, ​​so the only way to regenerate a new pair of wings was through external force.

But the Kunpeng is a rare species from the primordial era, and there is only one of its kind in the heavens and on earth. It is no exaggeration to say that it is favored by destiny.

In addition to its two forms, it can be said that its body is equivalent to a product of rules.

To fully restore it, the rules must be improved.

But this is not something that can be easily done.

Therefore, Nuwa was unwilling to help him, even though the demon saints and demon gods of the demon race pleaded for his life.

But Fuxi couldn't bear to see this, and couldn't help but urge, "Sister, please help Kunpeng."

"He looks rather pitiful."

Nuwa shook her head, looking troubled. "Brother, you make it sound so easy."

"Do you know that Kunpeng's injury is no ordinary injury?"

"We must use the power of rules to fill the gap."

"I'm not entirely sure."

At this point, Nuwa glanced at Fuxi, and seeing that he showed no intention of speaking, continued:

"Moreover, judging from Huangtian's attitude, they will never be satisfied with just one Hetu."

"I will definitely go to my palace and ask you, my brother, for the Luoshu."

"A major battle is inevitable at that time."

"Do you understand what I'm saying, brother?"

Fuxi nodded: "Sister, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

"It's all my fault for being incompetent and failing to take responsibility for protecting you, but that's fine too."

"Now, instead, I need you to protect me."

"Brother, don't say that." Nuwa shook her head. "You've always been protecting me. It's my fault; I shouldn't have said these things to you."

Upon hearing this, Fuxi wanted to say a few more words.

But at that moment, Nuwa suddenly said, "They came so quickly."

"not good!"

"Brother, find a place to hide."

"Leave this to me. Let's see how my sister manages to secure a supreme position for you."...