The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 1867 - 1863 Shadow Space

Shen Luo saw this situation and took the opportunity to retreat, slipping out of the range where several people were besieging Sun Wukong.

Those True Immortal Stage great demons saw Sun Wukong appear and engage in battle with the three alliance leaders, so naturally, not a single one dared to step forward. This was not a battle they could interfere with; any slight mistake could lead to death.

"A bunch of fools being played like monkeys...or walked like dogs, working so hard." Sun Wukong opened his mouth to mock, but then realized something was wrong and immediately changed his words.

Bai Chuan, however, ignored him and continued his attacks fiercely.

Jin Jian and You Xiong Kun naturally dared not slack off either, attacking Sun Wukong with all their might.

Sun Wukong gripped his staff with both hands, likewise performing the Splashy Chaotic Stick technique against his opponents, the overlapping stick shadows exploding out and blocking out the sky. Although the technique was identical, there were significant differences with Shen Luo’s version.

Shen Luo’s Splashy Chaotic Stick was integrated and flawless, impervious to attack, sometimes appearing more defensive, whereas Sun Wukong’s execution was extraordinarily fierce, like a blazing sun in the sky, with the momentum to burn everything.

Even with Bai Chuan included, the three Taiyi Realm cultivators attacking together still could not gain any advantage.

On the contrary, Sun Wukong fought more vigorously, the golden stick shadows in his hands swinging faster and faster, eventually becoming a blur, almost obscuring his figure.

At this moment, the silver wand in Bai Chuan’s hand exploded with a "bang", and countless silver light Sword Qi burst forth, emitting an awe-inspiring, sharp aura instantly.

The sword light intertwined rapidly with the stick shadows, cutting off numerous stick shadows.

You Xiong Kun held an ancient, pitch-black battle axe, swiftly slipping through the gap created by the cut stick shadows, and swung the axe down at Sun Wukong from the air.

The black axe light flashed suddenly, catching Sun Wukong off guard. He looked up just in time to be struck by the descending axe shadow, splitting his body as blood splattered three feet, and was cleaved in two.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene, even You Xiong Kun found it hard to believe.

That was the demon king recognized by all demons, how could he have been split in two by a single axe?

"Be careful!"

Just as he was shocked, Mr. Purple’s warning voice had already reached him.

The splattered blood hadn’t even touched the ground before it transformed into a white mist and dispersed in mid-air, and Sun Wukong’s body, split in two, also turned into a broken monkey hair, gently falling to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, a sinister laugh came from behind the three Taiyi cultivators, accompanied by a strong howling wind.

Sun Wukong’s figure suddenly appeared behind them, firmly holding the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and sweeping it out.

The golden cudgel extended several yards as he wished, sweeping simultaneously at the three of them, aiming to strike them in the waist.

The Ruyi Golden Cudgel stirred up ripples in the Void, its immense force nearly tearing the Void apart, its speed incredibly swift.

Bai Chuan’s gaze flickered, he made a hand seal with his single hand, and his figure flickered and disappeared from the spot. Jin Jian and You Xiong Kun were unable to evade, barely casting protective mystic arts before being swept away by the cudgel.

The two figures flew backward, scraping through several spatial rifts before heavily crashing against one side of the passageway wall, and as they fell, they were already covered in blood, looking quite miserable.

The entire space passageway also convulsed violently due to their impact.

After being repelled earlier, Mr. Purple hadn’t made another move, instead pinching a weird technique with his hand, continuously gathering power for some mystic art.

"Sun Wukong, I’ve anticipated your interference long ago, but this time, even you will have to leave your life here." Mr. Purple’s brows furrowed, suddenly stopping his incantation, and shouted.

As soon as his words fell, the shadow cast on the ground suddenly began to move.

His shadow wavered on the ground, suddenly splitting into three strands of black light, which then extended, seemingly trying to split from the original shadow.

"Shadow space, it’s been a while since I’ve seen it." Sun Wukong remarked, somewhat surprised.

Shen Luo also immediately looked towards the shadow, then was startled to see the three black shadows standing upright simultaneously, revealing three figures from within.

The one on the far left was a burly man with red eyebrows, clad in a blue short robe, holding a black demon blade in hand, its blade’s surface resembling basalt, with spherical granules protruding from its surface.

Upon close examination, Shen Luo realized that the spherical granules were actually terrifying ghost faces screaming in agony.

Beside him was a short, fat, round-faced monk, garbed in a crimson monk’s robe under a strange black cassock, with eighteen black Buddhist beads hanging on his chest, each engraved with demon pattern charms.

In his right hand, he held a bizarre black basin, though it looked like a monk’s alms bowl, it was clearly larger, with an open mouth, and likewise inscribed with dense demon patterns.

The last person was tall and thin, with a scrawny appearance, a long, tattered robe dragging on the ground, a fist-sized red orb hovering above his head, emitting a dark red gloss.

Without exception, these three were all Taiyi Level cultivators, hidden within Mr. Purple’s shadow, clearly a deadly trap set against Sun Wukong.

As soon as the three figures emerged, they simultaneously attacked Sun Wukong.

The red-browed man lit up fish scale patterns on the black demon blade in his hand, slightly bent his knees, gripping the blade with both hands, not cutting down with a slash, but assuming a sword-strike thrust posture.

As demonic Qi surged around him, strands infused into the blade, and after a brief buildup, he suddenly thrust forward fiercely.

A sharp blade hum resonated, and from the black demon blade surged a blade light entwined in demonic flames, shooting straight at Sun Wukong. Where the blade light passed, the Void trembled, sword Qi churned the Heaven and Earth Aura into a rapid spin, creating a visible void.

At the same time, the round-faced monk suddenly chanted a Buddhist mantra, and the demon patterns on the eccentric black basin in his hand lit up, whirling vigorously, slicing through the Void, shooting rapidly at Sun Wukong.

The thin and tall man lastly had the dark red round bead hovering above his head also suddenly shoot out, trailing an arc-shaped ripple in the Void, pressing down with endless thunderous explosions like rapid artillery fire.

Amid the bursts of roars, the three colossal auras merged into one, clearly differing in methods, yet synchronizing seamlessly, fully unleashing each other’s maximum power.

The overwhelming spiritual pressure caused the entire space passageway to tremble violently, and the Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Qi that filled it initially became messily compressed, the surrounding Void started twisting, with several spatial rifts beginning to expand.

The great demons of the Demon Alliance were frightened by this scene, hurriedly avoiding the surrounding spatial rifts.

"Die!" Mr. Purple sneered coldly.

He firmly believed that such an attack was something even Sun Wukong could hardly withstand.

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