Great Demon Sun Wukong

The eight already anxious city masters, upon seeing that their million-strong forces were dispersed by just seventy thousand men, were instantly so furious that smoke seemed to be billowing out of their seven orifices. Gritting their teeth, the city masters knew that if they did not dispose of these phantoms with the utmost urgency, this battle would likely end in a disastrous defeat.

A million defeated by seventy thousand, the eight Supremes bested by two—it would be a dire humiliation, a defeat so shameful that the Eight Tribes would lose all face in the world!

But just as the eight city masters were about to burn their souls to unleash their strongest combat power, they suddenly noticed a pitch-black token the size of a palm shooting up from below. With their exceptional vision, they recognized in an instant that it was no mere token, but the World Suppressing Stele—yet even with this knowledge, they were too late to snatch it.

With a swoop of his hand, Di Jun held the shrunk World Suppressing Stele in his grasp. "Those who dare affront the majesty of the Demon Clan shall be annihilated!" Seeing Di Jun ready to wreak havoc with the Heavenly Stele, Donghuang Taiyi’s eyes revealed a thick concern, yet he also knew this was the best opportunity.

Without further ado, he bellowed loudly, and golden light suddenly blazed around him. At the same time, he tossed the Chaos Clock into the air, and the Great Formation of the Zodiac stars instantly unfolded. This time, the Chaos Clock instantly split into 180 million doppelgangers, each working together to establish the Great Formation of the Zodiac stars.

"Di Jun, quickly! I’ve burned my soul and cannot last long!"

After all, trapping eight Nine Patterns Supremes would not be possible without a significant sacrifice. And even with Donghuang Taiyi’s soul ablaze, he couldn’t hold out for too long. As the golden flames erupted around him, the eight city masters also began to burn with golden flames.

No one expected that a battle they were certain to win now forced them to burn their souls merely to stand a chance. Such humiliation drove the eight city masters to madness.

The might of a Nine Patterns Supreme wielding the World Suppressing Stele was not something ordinary Nine Patterns could comprehend.

Donghuang Taiyi, engulfed in golden flames, instantly deployed the Great Formation of the Zodiac stars, and at the same time, Di Jun let the World Suppressing Stele fly from his hand. The Stele swelled against the wind, transforming into a massive stele over ten meters tall, and as Di Jun released it, this time it underwent a transformation.

Previously, whether it was Sun Wukong or Di Jun, they had used the Heavenly Stele as a hard, heavy weapon to smash directly. Due to the Stele’s special Divine Skills, anyone struck by it, even a Nine Patterns Supreme, would suffer significant damage. However, this time, as the Stele soared into the air, a vast amount of soil erupted from it!

This soil seemed to be a part of the Stele’s surface, as if the Stele were originally made of this soil, with the soil now shedding from it.

Although it appeared strange, none present fully understood the World Suppressing Stele—they only knew it possessed mystic powers, but the exact nature of its Divine Skills remained unclear. Even though they sensed that these substances separated from the Stele were no ordinary matter, they didn’t pay it too much heed.

To the Nine Patterns Supremes, even the divine Nine Heavens Soil was no more than mere earth!

So, the eight focused more on the oncoming World Suppressing Stele and simply took some defensive measures against the resplendent soil.

The massive Stele then crashed down with a thunderous impact. The moment it touched the light barrier, the eight city masters felt an unrealistic sensation, as the gigantic Stele appeared to be easily deflected by a few people’s defensive light shields!

Could it be that the legendary World Suppressing Stele was not as formidable as it seemed, or had their defenses become potent enough to withstand it?

As the eight city masters puzzled over this and grappled with disbelief, suddenly one of them let out a pitiful scream.

The remaining seven jolted inwardly and spun around, only to see that the city master who had just been setting up defenses with them was now completely enveloped in a cluster of glistening soil, even the soul flame produced by their burning souls was trapped within that deceptively thin layer of soil.

The rest of the seven city masters leaped away, the previously dismissed soil now displaying terrifying capabilities, casting both disbelief and fear into their hearts.

Whether ordinary people or Nine Patterns Supremes, the fear of the unknown prevails, particularly when that unknown force is devouring their lives in an inconceivable manner. Howling and flailing in madness, the remaining seven city masters began to burn their souls in full. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

But the immense power they gained from this complete soul burning was not used to attack Di Jun or the mystifying soil; instead, they frantically attacked the encircling Zodiac star Great Formation.

The seven city masters were truly scared—they were afraid. Faced with death, neither the World Suppressing Stele nor Battle Demon City mattered anymore. Survival was the only thing of importance.

However, by the time they realized this truth, it was already a bit late! In just three breaths, the City Lord enveloped in the glistening sand was now reduced to a mere soul crystal. Then, in the presence of the nearly crumbling gazes of the seven remaining City Lords, the sand swept up another person. A scream rang out, followed by a loss of breath.

The mysterious deaths of two in succession nearly drove the six City Lords to the brink of collapse. Who were they? They were the Nine Patterns Supreme warriors, highly esteemed and powerful, the City Lords of one hundred and eight Outer Cities, the top combat powers of the Netherworld World. But now, they were trapped inside a Great Formation, waiting to be devoured by that terrifying sand.

Such a feeling was something the few of them could neither accept nor endure. Watching the Nine Patterns Supreme warriors of comparable strength being swept up and devoured by the sand with no capacity for resistance, and in three breaths, only a soul crystal remained.

But damn that Great Formation, damn that Donghuang Taiyi. This Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation proved to be so troublesome. Of the eight City Lords, only five remained, and just now, another was devoured by the sand! Fear, frenzy, regret, unwillingness—all negative emotions piled up and finally, someone couldn’t bear it.

Then, with a heart-wrenching cry, there was a loud bang, and they self-destructed.

Donghuang Taiyi, who had been barely holding on under the frenzied attack of several people, was now overwhelmed by the self-destruction, which acted as the final straw that broke the camel’s back. The self-explosion of a Nine Patterns Supreme warrior possessed unimaginable power.

The Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation shattered in an instant, countless doppelgangers of the Chaos Clock were devoured by the resulting shockwave. Donghuang Taiyi spat out a large mouthful of spiritual blood and fell straight from the sky, already unconscious. The Chaos Clock, too, was blasted with several cracks and fell alongside Donghuang Taiyi.

Even the explosive power of the self-destruction managed to slightly tear apart that mysterious sand, although the Nine Patterns Supreme it enveloped was already dead. Thanks to the protection of the World Suppressing Stele in front of him, Di Jun was unhurt, and he even had the strength left to control the World Suppressing Stele to block the power of the self-destruction.

Otherwise, the Demon Clan down below would have suffered a great number of casualties.

Although the allied forces of different races certainly suffered more deaths than the Demon Clan, the Demon Clan had only these seventy thousand warriors. Moreover, after the recent charge and massacre, only a little over fifty thousand of the seventy thousand Demon Clan remained. Thus, Di Jun could not afford to lose anymore.

When the shockwave from the self-destruction dispersed, only a mass of sand holding three soul crystals remained, quietly floating in mid-air. Di Jun, struggling against fainting, slowly descended onto the ramparts of the South City Gate. Using his last bit of strength, he controlled the World Suppressing Stele to retract the mass of sand and collected the three Nine Patterns Supreme soul crystals.

Then, he fainted as well.

The soldiers guarding the gate quickly supported Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, then several people carried the two back to the Inner City Lord’s Mansion to rest. Regardless of the outcome of the great battle, neither of them had any energy left to continue. Donghuang Taiyi had burnt a significant amount of his soul and moreover was backlash-stricken by the self-destruction, threatening his life.

But let’s not delve into the medical treatment by the Demon Clan’s physicians for now.

The great battle beneath the city walls was also nearing its conclusion at this time. With the involvement of the seventy thousand blood-thirsty Demon Clan, the massacre became even more evident. Although the Demon Clan lost twenty thousand of their number, what they gained in return was the death of five hundred thousand of the allied forces.

It would be more accurate to say that those twenty thousand did not die in battle but died of exhaustion. Although the allied forces had lost their will to fight and began to scatter, their number was still substantial, and without Sun Wukong’s deterrence, they had a certain defensive capability.

The Demon Clan warriors often had to attack many times before they could kill one, so many who rushed too far ahead died after they were exhausted and then killed by the allied forces.

However, there was no more suspense in this battle.

Of the eight City Lords, three were dead, and five were severely injured and fled. One million troops were reduced to a massacre of only five hundred thousand, and these were because they were stationed too far back, making them difficult to pursue, so they were able to escape with their lives.

Watching the five hundred thousand scatter and flee, all with faces stricken with fear and despair, Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao stood before the remaining fifty thousand strong Demon Clan and laughed wildly.