Great Demon Sun Wukong

With a command from Sun Wukong, seventy-two of the Demon Clan’s Supreme fighters vanished on the spot. Sun Wukong exchanged a glance with Xi Zhao and, in a few leaps and bounds, they too headed towards the South City Gate. The Demon Venerable squad, composed of seventy-two members, almost represented the entire top-level combat force of the Demon Clan. Sun Wukong’s aim was decapitation.

Given such a large-scale siege from the enemy, there would certainly be many generals or advisors in command; exterminating these figures would render the invading army far less formidable.

Just as the Demon Venerable squad led by Sun Wukong reached the South City Gate, Donghuang Taiyi, who had been defending there, suddenly let out an angry roar and soared into the sky. Following him closely were two other figures. Di Jun and Yang Xian, who had been entangled in battle mid-air, also instantly split apart upon their arrival.

Seeing the newcomers, Di Jun’s face darkened, while Yang Xian appeared extremely smug and arrogant. Drawing closer to Donghuang Taiyi, Di Jun asked in a low voice, "How is it? Can you still fight?"

Donghuang Taiyi, clutching his left flank, hastily swallowed several spirit-recovery elixirs. Taking a deep breath, he said, "I’m fine for the short term, but not for too long. That person just now had a weapon smeared with Soul Devouring venom, but I’ve suppressed it." Hearing Donghuang’s explanation, Di Jun felt a jolt of shock. It seemed that the three clans had indeed come fully prepared.

A moment ago, just as Sun Wukong and the others had reached the top of the walls and Donghuang had let out a sigh of relief due to the retreat of the first wave of the Three-eyed Clan, two "corpses" on the ground suddenly erupted in action. Both their speed and attack strength affirmed that these two "corpses" were certainly Nine Patterns Supremes.

Taken by surprise, Donghuang Taiyi could only manage to fend off one attacker with his Bronze Bell before feeling an intense pain in his waist. In a fit of rage, he smashed the Bronze Bell down horizontally; however, the attacker, having landed a successful blow, had already briskly retreated.

To avoid giving the two of them a chance to continue their assault, Donghuang had no choice but to take to the sky. Moreover, he soon realized that the attacker’s weapon was smeared with the lethal toxin Soul Devouring!

"Demon Emperor Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, ha ha, that’s all there is to you! Today, with our three clans united, your Demon Clan will be annihilated!" As the three laughed heartily, Di Jun and Taiyi shouted lowly and struck out simultaneously from left and right. A great sword in Di Jun’s hand suddenly released millions of golden lights, and, once the Golden Light dispersed, the sword had transformed.

Firstly, the blade became incredibly thick, and on its spine, four large characters appeared. On the front it read: Xuanyuan. On the back: Yellow Emperor.

Much in the same way, Donghuang Taiyi’s Azure Great Clock emitted thousands of strands of Golden Light, which fading away, transformed the clock into an ancient, golden Bronze Bell!

Then, the Demon Emperor Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, carrying an unmatched momentum, collided fiercely with the three enemies. Nevertheless, the foes were also Nine Patterns Supremes and, although surprised that the two had been concealing their true power, they were not so easily injured in a single exchange; they still found themselves in a slightly disheveled state.

As five Supreme powerhouses waged a great battle in the sky, down below, the Demon Clan forces had begun to clash with new enemies, instantly feeling the immense pressure.

The Taoist Race was indeed favored by the Cosmic Law. At the same level of power and realm, the Taoist Race could comprehend Laws that were a bit more advanced than those of other clans.

Apart from the Taoist Race and some special clans, all other races from One Pattern to Three Patterns could grasp only Primary Laws; Four Patterns to Six Patterns could master High-Level Laws, and Seven Patterns to Nine Patterns, the true essence of Laws. This accounted for the substantial differences between the three phases of strength.

However, the Taoist Race could already comprehend High-Level Laws at the One Pattern stage.

Such a disparity was truly terrifying. Especially since the Taoist Race mostly excelled in long-range attacks, their special abilities were not suited for siege battles as they were weak in defense. But with the Stone Giants’ protection, their assault was devastating.

As the Demon Clan soldiers fell in battle, Sun Wukong’s eyes blazed with fury. Directing the seventy-two Demon Venerables, he leapt down from the South City Gate’s battlements. Instead of landing on the ground, he stood perpendicular to the city wall, his feet planted on its side at a ninety-degree angle! n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Demon Venerable squad, heed my command, follow me—whomever I attack, all of you concentrate your attacks on that person. But don’t use all your strength. Xi Zhao, go invisible and strike at the Taoist Race!"

Although the seventy-two Supremes did not understand Sun Wukong’s intention, they all executed his orders effectively. Then, Sun Wukong exploded all the Laws he had comprehended in a burst. Bringing his palms together and then parting them, in the center of each palm appeared a character for "Suppress"!

This was the Six Patterns Law of Soul Suppressing that Sun Wukong had comprehended from the World Suppressing Stele.

With Sun Wukong as the spearhead, the seventy-two Supremes immediately formed a triangular battle formation behind him, following closely. In no time, Sun Wukong, who was swiftly descending, encountered the first pair comprising a Giant Stone and a Taoist Race individual.

Although the Taoist Race people noticed Sun Wukong and the others as soon as they appeared and initiated their Taoist Arts attack, not only were Sun Wukong and the others few in number, but every one of those seventy-two were Supremes. So while dodging and defending, except for a few unlucky ones who were injured, the rest emerged unscathed. Read exclusive chapters at empire

Thus, the Taoist at the forefront could only watch in horror as Sun Wukong, with an expression of sheer madness, slammed his palm onto the Stone Giant beneath him. Immediately afterward, Sun Wukong shifted sideways, and to the baffled Taoist, this abrupt move seemed senseless.

But despair struck in the next moment as the Stone Giant under him suddenly froze, and as he tried to jump off, he found his own body immobilized. Then, in the last moments of his life, he saw a myriad of splendid attacks coming his way.

The Six Patterns Soul Suppressing Law was the law that could shock souls. With the same realm as one’s own, it would shock for three seconds, which meant six patterns would shock for three seconds, seven patterns for two seconds, and eight patterns for one second. Shocking could be directly understood as suppressing and sealing.

However, when Sun Wukong noticed that the attacks of the seventy-two individuals were all directed at one person, he suddenly felt it was a bit wasteful. "From now on, form groups of ten. Eight people attack the stone giants and two attack the Taoist Race. Xi Zhao, finish off those who are not yet dead with the final blow."

Seeing the eerie attacks from Sun Wukong, everyone’s hearts trembled! What kind of attack was that? It could seal the enemy’s movements? And judging from the previous attacks, those who were sealed couldn’t even defend themselves but had to rely on their natural defenses to resist. This was too terrifying.

Thankfully, this person was from the Demon Clan; otherwise, just thinking about it would send shivers down one’s spine.

Then, an eerie scene unfolded on the battlefield. Led by Sun Wukong, with the seventy-two Supremes divided into seven groups behind him, wherever Sun Wukong went, everyone was instantly sealed, regardless of their strength or realm. As soon as they were sealed, countless attacks from the rear followed. Even the stone giants, naturally strong in defense, were instantly killed.

Sun Wukong, with the Zhen Yuan Bodhi Treasure Tree, the Law of Defense, and the Five-Colored Divine Stone’s bondage and recovery, was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

From a distance, the sight of Sun Wukong and the others was like a torrent, sweeping over the Taoist Race people wherever it went, making them fall one after another. For a moment, the seventy-two Demon Clan Supremes were worshiping Sun Wukong like a Heavenly God. Although they had fought city defense battles before, none had been as exhilarating and clean as this.

It didn’t matter if it was Six Patterns or Seven Patterns or even Eight Patterns, whether it was a single person or a team, attack or defense, none could withstand a single blow!

In just a quarter of a Chinese hour, the entire southern mountainside and wall had been cleared. Those below who were still planning to climb were horrified by the scene and hesitated for a moment.

But Sun Wukong paid no attention to these things. After glancing at the battle in the sky, he led the seventy-two Supremes straight down to the bottom of the city wall. Then, he brought out the World Suppressing Stele, magnified it, and with a boom, placed it in front of the South City Gate. The huge stele completely sealed off the South City Gate.

Afterward, Sun Wukong headed directly for the Eastern City Gate.

Like an unstoppable force, after a Chinese hour, Sun Wukong had returned to the South City Gate! Although Sun Wukong and the others were all panting and pale, and only about forty of the seventy-two remained, with Sun Wukong himself being heavily injured and even the Zhen Yuan Bodhi Treasure Tree reduced to just a single root, the loss they inflicted on the Taoist Race was negligible in comparison.

This time, the three races joined forces, with the Three-eyed Clan sending 150,000 troops, the Taoist Race 120,000, and the High Mountain Giant Clan 130,000, totaling 400,000. Yet now, including the wounded, the three races together barely amounted to 150,000. This meant that in that one Chinese hour, Sun Wukong and his followers had slain around 150,000.

Seventy-two individuals had killed 150,000 in a single hour, and that too when their strengths and realms were not much different. This battle made Sun Wukong’s name known in the Netherworld World!

It could be said that Sun Wukong alone had dismantled the offensive of the three races’ allied forces. As long as Sun Wukong was alive, the Taoist Race and the High Mountain Giant Clan would not dare to attack.

And the five Nine Patterns Supremes in mid-air watched all this. Everyone’s minds were shocked, incredibly shocked! Although each of the five present could slaughter 150,000 beings below the Nine Patterns level, Sun Wukong only had Six Patterns. Over-level killing was already inconceivable, but not only had he killed over-level, he had also killed 150,000 in an hour!

Sun Wukong had become a threat to the balance of the Netherworld World! A person with only Six Patterns but who could exhibit the strength of a Nine Patterns Supreme on the battlefield, such a person was cheating. They would not be allowed to exist.

Therefore, the three races’ Nine Patterns Supremes simultaneously abandoned Di Jun and Taiyi, and then pounced directly toward Sun Wukong.

The Demon Clan might endure, the World Suppressing Stele could be spared, but Sun Wukong had to die!

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