Great Demon Sun Wukong

But before Sun Wukong’s laughter had ended, his body suddenly fell straight backward. Fortunately, Xi Zhao, quick on his feet, quickly caught Sun Wukong. However, the moment Xi Zhao made contact with Sun Wukong, he felt an incredibly heavy weight, and unexpectedly, Sun Wukong’s body pressed down upon him.

Xi Zhao himself had been exhausted from his own frenzied killing spree, barely standing by sheer will. With Sun Wukong crashing onto him like that, he found himself unable to stand up at once.

The soldiers behind them saw the two great heroes suddenly fall and quickly came forward to help them up. Fortunately, at that time the allied forces of other races had already fled far away; otherwise, seeing Sun Wukong down, they might have immediately turned back to attack. Without the threat of Sun Wukong, a battle of five hundred thousand against fifty thousand would have had no suspense.

With the help of the soldiers, Xi Zhao managed to stand, although wobbly. Looking at the unconscious Sun Wukong, Xi Zhao couldn’t help but feel a mix of laughter and tears.

This Sun Wukong really was extraordinary; originally, he had thought the two of them would only kill tens of thousands to create some panic, but for some unknown reason, Sun Wukong went berserk and singlehandedly defeated a million-strong army.

Not only the Demon Clan but even Xi Zhao himself found it a bit unbelievable. In fact, Xi Zhao had been prepared to use that one move, but thanks also to Sun Wukong’s intervention, if he had used it to instantly annihilate the million-strong army, his existence would definitely have been discovered, potentially leading to even more trouble.

Upon checking Sun Wukong’s body, he only found an overexertion of soul power, but just as Xi Zhao was about to turn around, he suddenly paused and frowned. He then approached Sun Wukong and meticulously examined him with his Divine Sense. His expression turned very odd, as if he had discovered something utterly unbelievable.

However, Xi Zhao quickly returned to normal as if nothing had been found. Assisted by the soldiers, he moved towards the City Lord’s Mansion in the Inner City. Sun Wukong was similarly carried by soldiers into the City Lord’s Mansion.

The remaining soldiers, though exhausted, still had to clean up the battlefield. They picked out the bodies of their fallen Demon Clan comrades and buried them in a special area of Battle Demon City.

Every city has a special place—the Burial Cabinet! This place is for all races, where the bodies of soldiers who died in battle are placed. Since everyone in the Netherworld World is essentially a soul body, the souls would slowly dissipate after death, and this soul energy would then coalesce into soul beasts in some place!

However, the soul bodies placed within the Burial Cabinet would not disperse their soul power into the Netherworld World after dissipation; instead, the Burial Cabinet would absorb it and transform it into a pure form of energy, either to supply the City Protection Array or for other uses. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Ultimately, in this special world, people had long learned to maximize every bit of energy for their own better survival.

The bodies of those from other races would likewise be collected. Some would bury the enemy’s bodies underground so that their bodies would become powerful soul energy nourishing the land. Others would process the enemy’s bodies into combat puppets with a special method—although their strength would decrease by one level, the advantage lies in the puppets’ inability to feel pain or fear death.

Of course, some cities would refine the bodies into elixirs that can recover soul energy.

Battle Demon City, however, would not do this. Instead, they took the opportunity with the five hundred thousand enemy corpses, burying about two hundred thousand around Battle Demon City and sealing the remaining three hundred thousand with a Great Formation, planning to refine them all into combat puppets later on.

The very nature of this world was slaughter, and although the method of refining combat puppets was deeply abhorred in the Pangu Realm, it was quite normal in this world.

The reason why Battle Demon City had not produced combat puppets before was that each city defense battle had been too fierce, and the number of attackers was not particularly large.

So after each battle, either the bodies of the enemies were too terribly damaged or there were too few to be of any real use even if they could be successfully refined, wasting considerable manpower and resources instead.

This time, however, was different. With a full five hundred thousand bodies, even taking out three hundred thousand, and allowing for a high failure rate, it was estimated that about two hundred and fifty thousand combat puppets could be refined in the end. This would be an enormously powerful force.

With so many combat puppets at hand, Battle Demon City would surely leap into the top ten in terms of combat power among the Outer Cities!

The next day, Di Jun was the first to recover! In fact, among those who fought, Donghuang Taiyi was the most severely injured, Xi Zhao the least, and both Sun Wukong and Di Jun were merely drained. After a day of absorbing a Nine Patterns Supreme soul crystal, Di Jun had recovered.

However, from his still very pale face and thinner physique, one could tell that Di Jun’s recovery was far from complete.

First, he had shattered the Xuanyuan Sword, releasing the powerful phantasm within that possessed the strength of a Domain Lord. Later, he had activated the World Suppressing Stele to evolve the Three Thousand Barren Soil, and although he withdrew the phantasm and the Three Thousand Barren Soil in a timely manner, it still caused inexpressible trauma to Di Jun’s soul.

The Three Thousand Barren Soil is a unique Divine Skill of World Suppressing Stele number three. The reason why this stele was called barren soil number three was because of the cosmos-level Divine Object it contained—the Wasteland Soil. To be precise, this Wasteland Soil consisted of individual grains of sand.

Therefore, at a great cost, Di Jun could control the World Suppressing Stele to evolve into Three Thousand Barren Soil, which is three thousand grains of sand. Just these three thousand grains of sand could dissolve a Nine Patterns Supreme’s flesh in three breaths, leaving only a soul crystal behind.

And this was the result of Di Jun deliberately holding back; otherwise, probably not even the soul crystal would have remained.

But still, the Three Thousand Barren Soil was only one of the weakest Divine Skills of the World Suppressing Stele! From this, one could imagine just how terrifying each World Suppressing Stele could be.

The soul shadow that emerged from the Xuanyuan Sword also required Di Jun to expend soul power to command, and due to insufficient strength, he couldn’t even unleash the full potential of that shadow.

Although Di Jun didn’t seem to be burning his soul, the consumption of soul energy was still quite severe. Fortunately, he hadn’t fainted, so he could recover by absorbing the power of the soul crystals!

Di Jun went first to see Donghuang Taiyi and Sun Wukong, both of whom, under the protection of the Demon Venerable squad, were slowly absorbing the power of the soul crystals and the pure soul energy converted by the Burial Cabinet. Both were gradually recovering.

Since Xi Zhao had hardly been injured, he had essentially recovered by now.

After checking on Taiyi and Wukong, Di Jun sent for Xi Zhao to come to his book room.

A moment later, led in by a soldier, Xi Zhao walked in.

"For this time, I owe you my thanks. Otherwise, our Demon Clan might have been annihilated!"

"It’s mainly Wukong’s merit. It would have been the same without me. As for you, I didn’t expect you to have already grasped some of the divine power of the World Suppressing Stele."

"Heh, just a fluke. What plans do you have next?"

"Me? What plans could a loser have? However, it seems the Demon Clan is about to face a great disaster."

With a thought, Di Jun felt a new speculation about Xi Zhao’s identity. Looking at Xi Zhao with a strange gaze, Di Jun then sighed deeply, saying, "You’re right; it seems you really are extraordinary. But as someone who has done a great service for our Demon Clan, I won’t pry any further. I called you here to request a favor!"

"Oh? What favor?"

"You probably already know. Take Sun Wukong and escape immediately. The Demon Clan might not escape this disaster. Even if the entire Demon Clan is wiped out, we can’t let anything happen to Sun Wukong. But neither Taiyi nor I can leave this place, so you’re the only one who can take him away!"

"Even without your request, I would have taken him away. As for the affairs of your Demon Clan, I’ve done all I can out of respect for Wukong. But rest assured, I’m not going to let Sun Wukong die!"

"Then I’ll entrust this task to you. My Demon Clan has nothing of value to offer, and the only item we have left is this Xuanyuan Sword. It might not be of much use now, but the shadow within still holds some help."

"That figure inside is him, isn’t it? But never mind, this sword is useless to me; keep it for self-defense. I think Wukong wouldn’t want anything to happen to you all!"

Having said that, Xi Zhao stood up, never looking back as he left the book room and headed straight for where Sun Wukong was resting. Watching Xi Zhao’s proud retreating figure, Di Jun’s heart was filled with helplessness.

As night fell, a figure carrying another seemingly unconscious one made a few leaps and bounds before leaving Battle Demon City!