Great Demon Sun Wukong

But soon, the eight city lords sensed something awry. Although this momentum was quite similar to that of the Domain Lord, there were significant differences. The similarity lay in the fact that the power of this momentum was on par with the Domain Lord’s. Both were of that transcendent realm beyond the Nine Patterns Supreme.

Moreover, the eight city lords quickly noticed that after the Divine Artifact-level Treasured Sword shattered, the fragments formed an ethereal human figure. None of them recognized this person, but this set them somewhat at ease because the momentum clearly emanated from this figure, indicating that it was a phantom with the Domain Lord’s strength.

If the Domain Lord himself had truly arrived, then the city lords would not hesitate for a moment to flee. The strength of the Netherworld World Domain Lord was deeply etched into every city lord’s mind. Such power was an unstoppable force, much like how a person of One Pattern strength would feel facing a Nine Patterns Supreme.

But this phantom, though similar in strength to the Domain Lord, was after all an illusion, and most importantly, this figure did not possess the World Suppressing Stele! Due to ignorance, there was no fear, and because there was no fear, the eight city lords charged forward!

Only one thought occupied the minds of the eight at this moment: to deal with the phantom before them, then to kill Demon Emperor Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, and finally to locate that World Suppressing Stele.

For Demon Emperor Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, there was an even more desperate need to fight for their lives. Both were acutely aware that although the phantom had a momentum exceeding that of the Nine Patterns Supreme, it was unlikely to withstand the combined assault of eight Nine Patterns Supremes for long.

So even in death, the two must hold off these eight in order to buy some time for Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao—perhaps the Myriad Demons would not necessarily be defeated!

Witnessing all of this, Sun Wukong, though immensely shocked, did not let this affect his speed. Instead, with the appearance of the phantom, a seemingly inexhaustible force spontaneously surged within him. This power doubled his speed and then some.

Thanks to the explosive increase in his speed, Sun Wukong was nearly capable of immobilizing around three thousand people each second. This speed surpassed that expected of a Nine Patterns Supreme. As the speed grew too swift, Sun Wukong’s figure disappeared from everyone’s view. An entire million soldiers could do nothing but receive blows, without the slightest chance to fight back.

Because of the Folding Armor, Xi Zhao remained undetected, and Sun Wukong’s speed had increased to the point where it eluded the naked eye of the observers. Thus, the million-strong army could only watch in horror as their comrades or kin fell in droves, utterly unable to see their assailants!

Panic set in as they faced this situation. Everyone felt it.

If the enemy were tangible, visible and touchable, then no matter how powerful, everyone would have the confidence to overcome them with overwhelming numbers. Even a Nine Patterns Supreme could not contend with a million soldiers. But now it was different; at first, they were able to see it was Sun Wukong attacking, but later they could no longer see the enemy.

Though invisible, the enemy was genuinely real and dispatching their people en masse in a baffling manner.

With each breath taken, thousands of heads would abruptly fly into the air, only for the bodies to perish instantly! A million soldiers were merely being slaughtered.

How could this battle go on? Could it even continue? What kind of monster was this? Such strength could probably only be met by a city lord. Therefore, everyone looked up with hope at the eight city lords in the sky. The only thought remaining in their hearts was: City lords, please come down quickly—this enemy is too horrifying.

But what they saw was not the eight city lords making quick work of the two Nine Patterns Supreme of the Demon Clan, but rather, the eight city lords thoroughly engaged in combat with an ethereal figure. What on earth were the city lords doing? Why not quickly dispatch the enemy and come to our rescue? Could it be that the city lords planned to abandon us? n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The initial confidence of certain victory gradually turned to astonishment, shock, and then to fear and dread after Sun Wukong disappeared. As allies dwindled in number, fear grew into panic. Now, seeing the city lords seemingly disregard their plight, panic transformed into looming despair!

Then, with that despair in their hearts, they were beheaded by Xi Zhao! And such panic and despair spread rapidly. Although some troops had started to form various defensive positions early on, it was to no avail. No method was effective. Any defense, once touched by that invisible figure, would instantly collapse and then the troops would be immobilized, and thereafter inexplicably killed.

A devil, this was certainly the work of a devil.

Those of the Demon Clan atop Battle Demon City were already dumbstruck! Whether in life in their original world or after death in this one, they had never witnessed such a bizarre spectacle!

Two individuals, just two Six Patterns Realm warriors, had dared to face a massive army of one million head-on—and were now slaughtering thousands of soldiers every second! A million, what kind of number was that? From atop the city walls, the end of that sea of enemies was simply not in sight.

Even if a million men stood still and let the Demon Clan’s seventy thousand soldiers hack at them, it might still nearly kill the vast majority from sheer exhaustion!

Yet, despite all this incredulity, the scene was playing out right before their eyes. As members of the Demon Clan watched the allied forces of different races being felled continuously, a fervent faith began to grow wild within their hearts!

And this fever quickly spread. When it reached a certain critical point, suddenly, someone shouted out loud, "Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Great Sage Equalling Heaven!" With one person’s voice rising, soon, everyone was boiling with blood, shouting those words with all their might.

The deafening roar of shouts undoubtedly reached Di Jun’s ears. Seeing the battle spirit and swelling pride burning in every warrior’s eyes, Di Jun seized a lull in the battle to shout to the seventy thousand Demon Clan warriors below, "Sons of the Demon Clan, what do you want to do?"

"Fight, fight, fight, fight!" The coordinated shouts pierced the heavens!

"You’re only seventy thousand against their million. Do you still want to fight?"

"Fight, fight, fight, fight!"

"Very well, all Demon Clan warriors are commanded to march out and slaughter the million-strong enemy army!"

At Di Jun’s command, the seventy thousand Demon Clan warriors burst into thunderous cries, which felt as if they weren’t just seventy thousand strong, but a force of seven million! The South City Gate collapsed with a thunderous crash, as all Demon Clan warriors bared their upper bodies, eyes bloodshot, and charged down the city walls with wild abandon.

Despite numbering only seventy thousand, facing an enemy ten times their size, they charged madly forth.

So what if you have a million-man army? My seventy thousand passionate warriors dare to battle it!

Already scared soulless by Sun Wukong, the Eight Tribes’ allied forces began retreating at the sight of the crazed onslaught of the Demon Clan! The charge of seventy thousand sent a million reeling backward!

But when they wanted to retreat, they found there was simply no way back. A million people were too many—without an effective commander to issue orders, everyone was clueless about the situation!

Those at the front, already petrified by the carnage wrought by Sun Wukong and seeing their City Master disregard them, started to retreat. However, the vast rear army was utterly oblivious, sensing only some disturbance up ahead, but with no commander to issue orders and no ability to take flight, they had no idea what was happening.

Thus, the forward ranks of the allied forces were first thrown into disarray by Sun Wukong, then stormed by the seventy thousand.

In an instant, they collapsed into chaos!

In the midst of the frenzy, Wukong suddenly flung an object with a flick of his hand—an obsidian token the size of a palm flew towards Di Jun, who was in mid-air!

(Third update, off to sleep)