Nuwa's eyes lit up: "Daoist, impressive!"
"You actually have a trump card hidden for a turnaround!"
"No, you misunderstand."
Spiritual Treasure Tianzun shook his head, and in a tone filled with "been there, done that" experience, he slowly said: "These two items, when the fight starts later, will protect our faces so we won't look too bad."
"My big brother can be pretty ruthless."
At this, it was finally Nuwa's turn to fall silent.
She glanced at the "Primordial Nine Sons" and Doumu Yuanjun, who were already brimming with battle intent.
Nuwa quietly took the Puppet Mask and put it on her face.
"Sigh..."
Nuwa let out a long sigh.
"A true hero dares to face life's bleakness directly!"
"Being sidelined, so what?! What's there to fear?!"
"Daoist, let's keep going!"
This calm and collected attitude of Nuwa at the critical moment instantly inspired Spiritual Treasure Tianzun.
"Yes, let's keep going!"
