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Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao, alongside Donghuang Taiyi and the Demon Emperor Di Jun, stood atop the South City Gate. Looking at the vast army before them, everyone felt a profound heaviness in their hearts! A full million, the eight cities allied together truly made a grand gesture. How many years had it been since the Netherworld World had seen such a massive army in combat?

Due to the particular nature of the Netherworld World, each city’s population was not very large—the most populous of the Outer City had fewer than two hundred thousand, and some cities had only a few tens of thousands.

And the population within the Inner City was even less, with an average of only about ten thousand people per city among the top ten Inner Cities!

So to gather an army of a million, only the Allied Forces could achieve it! And to form an alliance, there must be a common enemy powerful and nearly insurmountable. Only under such circumstances could an alliance form. Moreover, the Domain Lord of the Netherworld World had very strict control over the allied forces.

The principle of the Netherworld World’s city lords was that you could attack another’s city, but you could not annihilate all the cities through the allied forces! The Domain Lord of the Netherworld World hoped to grow stronger through competition, not by allowing certain races to annex all the cities through alliances.

Therefore, the most a city lord of the Netherworld World could possess was three cities at most. Any more, and they would face interference from the top ten Inner Cities, and complete extermination was also a possibility.

So this time, the alliance of the Eight Tribes was taking a huge risk. But as the saying goes, fortune favors the bold, and everyone held the belief that if they could capture the World Suppressing Stele, they could fight even if the people from the top ten Inner Cities really came.

Seeing the enormous army below and the eight Nine Patterns Supremes rising into the sky at the same time, Sun Wukong suddenly thought that rumors really couldn’t be trusted. When Sun Wukong first arrived in the Netherworld World, he heard that among the 108 Inner City lords, only the top ten Inner City lords were Nine Patterns Supremes, and the others had merely Seven or Eight Patterns.

Now it seemed that even the lords of the 108 Outer Cities were Nine Patterns Supremes. What about the top ten Inner Cities? Could they still be Nine Patterns Supremes? Shaking his head slightly, Wukong realized there were still many mysteries in this world that he needed to uncover. But for the moment, the immediate concern was how to survive the current crisis.

Seventy thousand demons against a million allied troops, two Nine Patterns Supremes against eight.

No matter how one looked at it, it seemed the Demon Clan had only a path to death.

Patting Sun Wukong’s shoulder, Di Jun and Taiyi also ascended into the sky. The injuries of these two had healed completely in five days, and the rest of the 70,000 Demon Clan members also recovered, with many even greatly increasing their strength. However, there had been no increase in the number of Supremes with Seven Patterns or above.

Looking at the ten Supremes in the sky, an extreme desire for power surged within Sun Wukong’s heart. There was a time when he too looked down upon all beings from high above. Xi Zhao seemed to sense Sun Wukong’s emotions and patted his shoulder too. Then he leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Monkey, fancy playing a big game?"

"Hmm? A big game? How big?" Sun Wukong’s interest was piqued by Xi Zhao’s strange tone. He knew Xi Zhao must have his own unknown stories. But since he considered him a friend and Xi Zhao did not wish to speak of it, Sun Wukong did not inquire. Besides, Wukong always felt that Xi Zhao’s strength was not as simple as it seemed.

"Heh, just the two of us against a million, dare or not?"

"You, you mean the two of us? To fight against the million below?"

Xi Zhao did not speak and instead silently took out his strange weapons, Formless Vanishing, and concealed his presence.

"If you don’t want the Demon Clan to be extinguished forever, there’s only this one method. While their eight city lords are confronting Di Jun in mid-air, we’ll strike inside. Together, we can instantly kill anyone who isn’t a Nine Patterns Supreme.

As long as we are careful not to get surrounded, and if we eliminate all their supreme fighters, the allied troops will fall into chaos, and the Demon Clan might still have a chance!"

Although Wukong could not feel Xi Zhao’s presence, he could hear his voice. And his words deeply tempted Sun Wukong.

Indeed, without a miracle under the current circumstances, the Demon Clan would likely be defeated. Although Sun Wukong felt that Di Jun and Taiyi must have some contingency in place, he could not simply wait for death. Perhaps Xi Zhao’s method could indeed work!

He nodded fiercely, "Alright, when has Old Sun ever been afraid? I’ll suppress them first, you follow with a fatal blow. Remember, hit their Soul Crystals. If we don’t kill them in one strike, I’m afraid we won’t make it back!"

"Alright, let’s go. Let them see how the two of us brothers can take on a million-strong army!"

Following that, Sun Wukong leaped down the city wall, with the Flowing Cloud Golden-Winged Boots beneath his feet fully activated. His Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils were synchronized with all the Laws he had mastered, he deployed them to their utmost. Finally, he brought out both the Five-Colored Divine Stone and the World Suppressing Stele, which transformed into an iron plaque the size of a palm.

Sun Wukong dared not wield the World Suppressing Stele directly since he could no longer use the Zhen Yuan Bodhi Treasure Tree. Without any defensive items, he feared he might be blasted to death before he could even rush into the fray.

So, with no other choice at hand, he had to take the risk.

As Sun Wukong dashed down along the mountainside, everyone saw him. The ten Nine Patterns Supremes in mid-air, the seventy thousand Demon Clan within the City of Battle Demons, the million-strong Allied Forces at the foot of the mountain.

However, apart from the seventy thousand of the Demon Clan who keenly understood the terror that was Sun Wukong, the rest of them thought Sun Wukong was mad as they realized the Demon rushing down was only at the Six Patterns level of strength.

It was normal to go insane facing a million-strong enemy force; the pressure was unbearable! Hence, as they watched Sun Wukong charge towards the meticulously prepared million-strong army which was clearly divided according to the eight distinct cities, nobody cared much. Let alone a Six Patterns, even a Nine Patterns Supreme wouldn’t rashly plunge into the enemy’s battle formation.

It was practically suicide.

Yet facing the elite million-strong army, Sun Wukong showed not a hint of panic or fear, instead, he accelerated even more. But soon, his pace decreased, and he seemed to hesitate, shifting unpredictably left and right.

Seeing Sun Wukong act this way, the million-strong Allied Forces thought he was intimidated by the closeness of the vast army but was too embarrassed to retreat, hence his hesitance.

However, for Sun Wukong, it was because Xi Zhao had told him to slow down; Xi Zhao couldn’t keep up with such speed! n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Somehow speechless, yet Sun Wukong knew he couldn’t be careless. Thus, after slowing down, he unpredictably weaved left and right to obscure his own line of attack from the enemy.

The eight Domain Lords in the air also witnessed all this, yet they could actually see the invisible Xi Zhao. But even with one individual’s stealth, it was just a Six Patterns kid. Not worth mentioning. No one believed that two little Six Patterns demons could affect their million-strong army.

So, under everyone’s contempt, Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao directly barged into the battle formation of the million-strong army. Many soon regretted it.

No matter if it was Six Patterns, Seven Patterns, or Eight Patterns, regardless of the race, Sun Wukong immobilized them in an encounter, all defenses lost. Without defenses, their souls were like lambs to the slaughter before Xi Zhao. With a swing of his Twin Rings, heads flew into the air followed by a hit that shattered the Soul Crystals!

In the Netherworld World, except for Soul Beasts, all other races possessed a Soul Crystal, most of which were located in the head, while a few unique races had their crystals in the chest or other places.

However, to others’ eyes, what they saw was Sun Wukong flashing past at indiscernible speed, leaving behind him countless heads flying and disintegrating instantly, dying for good!

Was this person really only at the level of Six Patterns?

Amidst everyone’s bewildered stares, Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao unleashed a storm of slaughter. Wherever they went, heads flew, exploded, bodies died. There were no extra moves, no one could resist. Six Patterns Martial Saints were no different, nor were Seven Patterns Supremes or Eight Patterns Supremes.

If there had to be a distinction, it would be that many Eight Patterns Supremes’ heads did not explode— not out of mercy, but because Xi Zhao spared them momentarily to extract their Soul Crystals.

An utterly disproportionate battle, a completely incomprehensible fight, a combat of two against a million, a one-sided massacre!

Witnessing this bizarre scene, the eight Domain Lords in the air simultaneously flew into a rage! But as they were about to descend to kill Sun Wukong, Di Jun suddenly tossed the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, the weapon once wielded by the Yellow Emperor.

As the sword was thrown, Di Jun shouted, and the Xuanyuan Sword suddenly fractured! After that, the eight Domain Lords were stunned, for they felt an awe-inspiring presence, an aura only the Domain Lord of the Netherworld World possessed!

Could it be that the Domain Lord had arrived?

(Second update ok, also the student with the ID has reached Gold IV, three updates for tomorrow as well!)