Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 493 - 476
As a man, one should charge through the battlefield, stand shoulder to shoulder with comrades, and bathe in the blood of slain enemies.
Feeling the powerful aura of the two fire phoenixes in the sky, Sun Wukong's heart was also filled with soaring spirits. There was a time when, on Flower Fruit Mountain, he too had a band of brothers. However, later on, he was the only one brave enough to confront Heaven head-on. Though Sun Wukong never spoke of it, the bitter pain of fighting alone was very real. Now, facing foes countless times stronger than before, Sun Wukong was no longer fighting solo. Behind him were his comrades-in-arms, his brothers.
As the fire phoenixes in the sky blazed even more intensely, Sun Wukong had already leapt down, Jingu Bang in hand, charging toward Ling Weiyang. In fact, Sun Wukong knew that the most sensible choice would be to immediately open the Myriad Demons Palace, which would instantly transport everyone inside to another location. But safety was not what Sun Wukong sought; he longed for a battle to the death.
While descending from the sky, Sun Wukong searched for Xi Zhao among the crowd below but found no sign of him. Could Xi Zhao not be here? At such a critical juncture, why wasn't he partaking in battle? However, Sun Wukong didn't have much time to ponder. Like a meteor falling to Earth, he landed with a thunderous roar. At the same time, he entered the Chaos Giant Transformation state, his body covered in silver-white fur.
Moreover, although the Wonderful Bodhi Tree within him was short a segment, it had not affected his essence. Upon entering the Chaos Giant Transformation, the Wonderful Bodhi Tree also merged into his flesh and blood. And that wasn't all; Sun Wukong's first move after touching down was to raise his right hand, scattering one hundred and eight grains of Spatial Sand over the entire battlefield. Then, with a lift of his hand, space tore apart, unleashing the Myriad Spirits Realm's Divine Skill Nine Decisions, Ninth Decision—Decisions as Spirits, the Nine Decisions Vajra Ape appeared. When Wu Zhiqi, the Red-Buttocked Horse Monkey, manifested, Sun Wukong's hands moved again.
"Nine Decisions, Eight Rules as Obliteration; Nine Decisions, Seven Rules as Sealing; Nine Decisions, Five Rules as Defense; Nine Decisions, Four Rules as Destruction; Nine Decisions, One Rule as Momentum!" After the Nine Decisions Vajra Ape appeared, Sun Wukong successively applied five more Decisions—Eight Decisions were annihilation, Seven Decisions were sealing, Five Decisions were defense, Four Decisions were destruction, and One Decision was momentum. With five Decisions upon him, Wu Zhiqi's strength reached an all-time high. His attack and defense soared to the pinnacle.
Empowered by the five Decisions, Wu Zhiqi felt an unprecedented surge of strength. Hovering in midair, he suddenly pounded his chest with both fists and let out a heavenward roar before flipping over, head down and arms bent back. He plunged from the sky with an unstoppable momentum. Feeling the insane rise in Wu Zhiqi's aura and intimidation, everyone on the battlefield shuddered, none daring to withstand his sharp edge. They quickly scattered, and in no time, a clearing emerged where Wu Zhiqi would land.
As for Sun Wukong, he didn't join the battle immediately. Watching Wu Zhiqi's soaring battle spirit, a smile appeared at the corner of Sun Wukong's mouth. He then gestured in front of himself again, and space violently fluctuated once more, ushering the descent of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. These twelve were far beyond their past selves in Pangu Realm—although nine of them were at the Nine Patterns Supreme Peak level, together, they were as formidable as six or seven Domain Lords combined. The Twelve Ancestral Witches, progenitors of their respective clans and further empowered by Tongtian's secret refinement techniques, each held unique abilities. Being assailed by these twelve was definitely not a pleasant affair.
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The already-staggered scales of battle tipped even further with the addition of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. After they joined the fray, Sun Wukong still wasn't finished. He turned and shouted abruptly to Hidden Mountain Tong beside him, "Hidden Mountain Tong, today you may fight to your heart's content." As his voice fell, Sun Wukong slapped his chest and then forcefully yanked, creating a sphere of yellow light at his chest, which he then flung onto an empty space nearby.
The sphere of yellow light swiftly expanded in the wind and transformed into a thousand-zhang-tall mountain as it touched the ground, emitting a deafening sound that astonished everyone present. The mountain's majestic, profound, and towering presence was awe-inspiring. On seeing the mountain, Hidden Mountain Tong's eyes lit up. He tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and soared up, directly merging into the mountain. Naturally, this mountain was none other than the Mountain of World Suppression, transformed from the Wasteland Soil Stele by Sun Wukong. There was nothing more suited for Hidden Mountain Tong than this Mountain of World Suppression.
As Wu Ming watched Hidden Mountain rush in excitedly and disappear into the fray, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Thank goodness I made my move early. Otherwise, who knows whom little Hidden might have fancied." Wu Ming's voice was soft, but Sun Wukong overheard him. Turning around, he wore a mocking expression as he looked at Wu Ming. Wu Ming quickly slapped his own mouth, though the force, at most, felt like a caress. Then, grabbing Hei Kui, the two of them also charged into the battle formation.
With Wu Ming and Hei Kui having joined the fight, the Dragon Emperor and Ming Tiekuang naturally weren't just going to stand by and watch. The Dragon Emperor summoned the Golden Dragon Spear in his hands and, pushing off the ground with his feet, charged into the fray like a mad bull. However, Ming Tiekuang shook his head and shot straight into the sky. In such a chaotic battle, he wouldn't be able to take advantage much. So instead of joining the melee, he decided to go assist Hidden Mountain. With his spiritual power to aid him, Hidden Mountain could surely perform beyond his usual capabilities.
Before Sun Wukong and the others joined the fray, the battle between Myriad Demons Country and the forces from the Ancient Primordial World's Canglan River Realm was chaotic, but it was still everyone for themselves—it was a case of one from Myriad Demons Country fighting against two or three opponents. However, as soon as the reinforcements brought by Sun Wukong joined, it immediately turned into a free-for-all. This wasn't intentional by the people of Netherworld and Fangcun; in fact, individual combat would have been more advantageous for them due to sheer numbers, which could allow them to gang up three or four against one.
Concerned about this very scenario unfolding, Ling Weiyang immediately ordered a contraction of their defensive line. Everyone was to abandon their opponents and fight as one. Now, the twenty people faced eighty or ninety—an obvious disparity—but because they had reduced their encirclement, they only had to face the attacks of thirty or forty people at most. Anyone else couldn't reach them, and this allowed them to hold out for much longer.
Yes, currently, the people of Myriad Demons Country were barely hanging on. Given such a vast disparity in numbers, the only way for them to turn the tables was for a miracle to occur. And what Sun Wukong needed to do now was to snuff out their miracle before it even began. So, seeing that the battle had stabilized, Sun Wukong quickly signaled Old Sha, and the two of them took to the air and flew off into the distance. Sun Wukong's departure was not out of cowardice but to seek out Xi Zhao.
He had already suspected that the trump card of Myriad Demons Country might be the Annihilation Order in Xi Zhao's possession, and the fact that Xi Zhao had not joined the battle confirmed his assumption that he had surely gone to summon the Annihilation Nine-headed Serpent. Moreover, just a moment ago, Sun Wukong and Old Sha simultaneously felt an aura coming from the ninth World Suppressing Stele of the Burning Fire, prompting them to immediately set out. And Ling Weiyang, who was still fighting below, saw Sun Wukong and Old Sha leaving but showed no surprise; instead, he revealed a faint smile.
Not until Sun Wukong and Old Sha had vanished from his sight did Ling Weiyang suddenly issue the command, "Now!" These were only two simple words when shouted, but the impact they carried was enormous. The people who were laying siege to Myriad Demons Country immediately began to grow chaotic, with the source of the unrest being the reappearance of undercover agents within their ranks.
Amidst everyone's surprise, the key figures' plan struck unexpectedly. Within the factions of the Ancient Primordial World, Canglan River Realm, Fangcun Spirit Realm, and Myriad Gods Hall—comprising both the resurrected and the survivors—seventeen individuals struck as soon as Ling Weiyang uttered those two words. Their targets were their comrades-in-arms, whose backs they had been entrusted with.
Knowing they were undercover, these individuals had always managed to position themselves behind their comrades during the heat of battle. So the moment they struck, more than ten people died instantly, and while the rest reacted swiftly, they all suffered serious injuries.
Among these undercovers were powerful figures from the Nine Patterns Supreme and others who had been unremarkable up to this point. Of course, there was also a Domain Lord level powerhouse who made a move. The Domain Lord level figure targeted a Nine Patterns Supreme peak powerhouse of Myriad Gods Hall named Feng Xi. And with that strike, it was a fatal blow! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Starting Point ) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly passes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)
