Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 449

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and his arm holding the golden cudgel trembled slightly.

His knuckles turned white from the force, and blood oozed from the wound on his knuckles, sliding down the shaft of the stick and dripping onto the ground.

Despite this, his gaze remained firm, with a look of determination and ruthlessness in it.

He turned around suddenly, and the golden hoop drew a dazzling arc in the air. The golden light on the stick was bright, like a rising sun, with the force of thunder and lightning, striking Chen Tianjun's head directly.

At the same time, Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword followed closely behind, the blade flashing coldly, like a silver snake, going straight for Chen Tianjun's throat.

Although Nezha's red tasseled spear was broken, the flame at the tip of the spear was still burning. The flame turned into a fire dragon, roaring towards Chen Tianjun.

Chen Tianjun was not in a hurry. He quickly clasped his hands together, and the power of the underworld condensed in his palms, forming a dark shield.

The surface of the shield was covered with dense runes, flashing with a faint blue light, as if it was the power summoned from the depths of hell.

The golden cudgel slammed heavily on the shield, making a deafening roar.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the shield, and the power of the golden cudgel was completely absorbed, failing to shake it in the slightest.

Yang Jian's blade followed closely behind, stabbing into the shield, making a harsh friction sound. The cold light on the blade gradually dimmed, as if it was swallowed by the power of the underworld.

Nezha's fire dragon hit the shield, and the flame was instantly swallowed up by the black mist, leaving only a wisp of green smoke rising.

Chen Tianjun sneered, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes:
"Is this all you are capable of? Are you worthy of being called a god?"

He exerted force suddenly, and the shield suddenly burst out with a powerful recoil force, which pushed back the three people at the same time.

Sun Wukong was knocked flying backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and spurted out blood from his mouth.

Yang Jian's blade was shaken so hard that it flew out of his hand, and the blade was covered with cracks, and it was obviously no longer usable.

Nezha's red tasseled spear broke completely, and the flame at the tip of the spear was completely extinguished, leaving only half of the charred spear shaft in his hand.

The three of them got up from the ground in a panic, looked at each other, and a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes.

At this moment, several dark shadows suddenly appeared in the distant sky and were approaching at a very fast speed.

When Sun Wukong caught a glimpse of those dark shadows, his expression suddenly changed, and his hands gripping the golden cudgel began to tremble slightly.

"not good!"

he whispered.

"Chen Tianjun's reinforcements are here!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian and Nezha followed Sun Wukong's gaze and saw several dark shadows approaching rapidly.

The shadows were getting closer and closer, and their outlines were becoming clearer. Leading the way was none other than King Yama of the Netherworld Palace, holding a mourning stick, and behind him followed several ghost generals. There were gusts of cold wind and murderous aura in the air.

At a command from King Yama, all the ghost generals rushed forward and surrounded Sun Wukong and the other two.

The ghost generals are burly with ferocious faces, holding all kinds of eerie weapons in their hands, and exuding a strong ghostly aura.

Sun Wukong, Yang Jian and Nezha stood back to back, barely resisting the attacks of the ghost generals.

However, the three of them were already exhausted, and faced with an endless stream of ghost generals, the situation was precarious.

"How to do?"

Nezha asked through gritted teeth, the broken spear in his hand trembling slightly.

"We can't hold out much longer!"

Yang Jian's eyes were deep, the broken knife in his hand was trembling slightly, and the cracks on the blade were gradually expanding:

"We can't delay any longer, we must find a way to break out!"

Sun Wukong clenched his golden cudgel, his eyes flashing with determination:
"Break out? Where is the way? We have no choice but to fight!"

The three men stopped talking, each holding their weapons tightly, their eyes filled with a determined desire to fight.

King Yama stood in the distance, staring coldly at the battlefield, with a sneer on his face:
"Sun Wukong, you can't escape."

He gently waved the mourning stick in his hand, and the surrounding cold wind suddenly intensified, and the ghost generals' attack became more fierce.

Sun Wukong and the other two stood back to back, barely fending off the attacks of the ghost generals, but their physical strength was already approaching its limit, and every swing of their weapons seemed especially heavy.

"Hold on, monkey!"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and growled, then swung the broken knife in his hand, forcing a ghost general to retreat.

Nezha's face was as pale as paper, the broken spear was shaking slightly in his hand, and the flame on the tip of the spear had long been extinguished.

He gritted his teeth, leaped up suddenly, and stabbed the broken spear into the throat of a ghost general.

Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel again, shining with golden light, and forced the two ghost generals to retreat, but he himself used too much force, his body shook slightly, and he almost fell down.

King Yama watched all this coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes:

"Keep attacking, don't give them a chance to breathe!"

Upon hearing this, the ghost generals attacked more fiercely. The three men gradually could not hold on and the situation became precarious.

At this critical moment, a deafening bell sound suddenly came from the distance. The sound of the bell was long and distant, as if it came from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light streaked across the sky and shot straight to the center of the battlefield.

The golden light fell to the ground and transformed into a divine general wearing golden armor and holding a huge hammer.

The general has a sharp gaze and is very majestic. He is none other than the giant spirit from heaven.

"Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Nezha, I'm here to help you!"

The giant spirit roared and swung his giant hammer violently, knocking back several ghost generals.

When Sun Wukong and the other two saw this, a hint of joy suddenly flashed in their eyes.

"Giant Spirit God!"

Sun Wukong shouted.

"You came just in time!"

The giant spirit nodded, glanced across the battlefield, and said coldly:

"King Yama, how dare you be so presumptuous here? Today I will let you know the majesty of the Heavenly Court!"

King Yama sneered and did not answer. He swung the mourning stick in his hand violently, and the gloomy wind around him intensified again.

The two sides fought fiercely again, with the sound of metal clashing, ghost energy and immortal power intertwining on the battlefield, and the whole world seemed to be shaking.

The giant spirit roared, and with the huge hammer in his hand, he smashed towards King Yama with tremendous force.

King Yama didn't dare to take it head-on. He dodged the frontal attack of the giant hammer, but the mourning stick was lifted up and hit the side of the giant hammer.

With a loud bang, the giant hammer was shaken away, and the giant spirit was also shaken back several steps.

King Yama took advantage of the situation and pursued him, with the mourning stick carrying a whistling cold wind, heading straight for the face of the giant spirit.

The giant spirit did not dare to delay and quickly raised his giant hammer to block.

"when!"

There was another loud noise, and the giant spirit was knocked back again, with a dull pain in the palm of his hand.

He steadied himself and stared at King Yama with a serious look, secretly shocked:

The power of King Yama is even stronger than imagined!
Nezha took advantage of the gap between the giant spirit and King Yama, flashed and came behind a ghost general, and stabbed out with his broken spear like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, hitting the ghost general in the back.

The ghost let out a scream and disappeared in a wisp of black smoke.

Nezha didn't have time to catch his breath and immediately turned around to fight the other ghost generals.

He was agile and wielded the broken spear so tightly that he forced back several ghost generals.

Above the ruins, the tense atmosphere of battle was still strong, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and scorched earth.

Nezha waved the broken spear in his hand. Although the flame on the tip of the spear was weak, it was still hot. He pierced a ghost general's chest with one spear. The ghost general let out a shrill scream and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

However, Nezha's physical strength was close to the limit. The broken spear was trembling slightly in his hand, and the flame on the tip of the spear could go out at any time.

At this moment, another ghost general approaches from the side, with the sharp blade in his hand going straight for Nezha's throat.

Nezha quickly dodged to the side, but the ghost general's attack speed was extremely fast. The sharp blade scratched his left arm, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

Nezha staggered backward, barely supporting his body with the broken spear in his hand, but the expression on his face remained firm.

"Nezha!"

Yang Jian's voice came from the side, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword drew a cold light in the air, forcing back the two ghost generals who were besieging Nezha.

Yang Jian rushed to Nezha's side. The blade was trembling slightly and covered with fine cracks. It was obvious that it could not hold out for much longer.

"Are you okay?"

Yang Jian asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the ghost generals around him, with a hint of concern in his tone.

Nezha gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned the broken spear in his hand, and the flame on the tip of the spear ignited again. Although it was weak, it was still persistent:

"We can still hold on for a while!"

At the same time, Sun Wukong's golden cudgel drew a dazzling golden light in the air, smashing a ghost general away.

However, his physical strength had been exhausted, the golden light on the golden cudgel dimmed a little, his breathing became rapid, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks.

"Hold on, monkey!"

Yang Jian shouted and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword again. The blade cut through the air and forced back another ghost general.

Sun Wukong grinned. Although his face was pale, his eyes were still burning with fighting spirit:

"Don't worry, I, Old Sun, won't fall down so easily!"

At this moment, King Yama swung his mourning stick suddenly, and a black gloomy wind suddenly swept over and hit the face of the giant spirit.

Although the giant spirit raised his hammer to block in time, the force of the dark wind was too strong, and he was forced to retreat repeatedly. Several cracks appeared on the giant hammer, obviously it had suffered a great impact.

"King Yama, stop being so arrogant!"

The giant spirit roared, swung the giant hammer again, and smashed it at King Yama with tremendous force.

However, King Yama's figure was like a ghost, and he easily avoided the attack of the giant hammer. He swung the mourning stick, and the black wind swept out again, heading straight for the chest of the giant spirit.

The giant spirit was knocked back by the force, fell heavily to the ground, and spurted out blood from his mouth.

"Giant Spirit God!"

Seeing this, a trace of anxiety flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes. He swung his golden cudgel violently, forcing back the two ghost generals who were besieging him, and quickly rushed towards the direction of the giant spirit.

However, King Yama had already locked his eyes on him, and with a sudden swing of his mourning stick, the black wind blew again, heading straight for Sun Wukong's chest.

Sun Wukong had no time to dodge and could only raise his golden cudgel to block, but the power of the cold wind was too strong and he was blown away again, falling heavily to the ground with blood spurting out of his mouth.

"monkey!"

Yang Jian and Nezha shouted at the same time, and their faces turned pale instantly.

Yang Jian swung his three-pointed, double-edged sword suddenly, forcing back the ghost generals who were besieging him, and quickly rushed towards Sun Wukong.

Nezha gritted his teeth, supported himself with the broken spear, and barely stood up, following Yang Jian.

However, the figure of King Yama had already blocked their way, with the mourning stick swaying slightly in his hand. A black gloomy wind swirled around him, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

"You can't escape!"

King Yama's voice was cold and contained a hint of sarcasm.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword trembled slightly. The cracks on the blade had spread to the handle.

He took a deep breath, his eyes still stern:
"King Yama, you will never succeed!"

Nezha's broken spear suddenly turned in his hand, and the flame on the tip of the spear ignited again, although weak, but still hot:

"Even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me!"

King Yama sneered and swung his mourning stick violently. A black gloomy wind suddenly swept out and headed straight for the two of them.

Although Yang Jian and Nezha raised their weapons to resist in time, the force was too strong. They were blown away again and fell heavily to the ground, with blood spurting out of their mouths.

On the battlefield, the ghost generals approached again and surrounded Sun Wukong, Yang Jian and Nezha.

The physical strength of the three men has reached its limit, and facing the endless stream of ghost generals, the situation is precarious.

Dust was flying above the ruins and the smell of blood in the air was getting stronger.

Sun Wukong, Yang Jian and Nezha stood back to back, barely standing. Facing the endless stream of ghost generals approaching, there was no trace of retreat in their eyes.

Although their physical strength was close to the limit, the three men's fighting spirit remained undiminished.

There was blood at the corner of Sun Wukong's mouth, and the golden light on the golden cudgel had dimmed a lot, but he still held the cudgel tightly, staring fiercely at the ghost general in front of him.

Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword was already covered with cracks, and the blade was trembling slightly, but his eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he could pierce through the enemy in front of him.

The broken spear in Nezha's hand had long lost the glow of the flame, but his fingers still tightly grasped the spear shaft, and his pale face was full of indomitable spirit.

Just as the ghost generals were approaching and the battle situation was becoming precarious, a deafening roar suddenly came from the sky.

The sound was like thunder in the sky, instantly drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, the sky was torn apart by a dazzling golden light, as if the sun had fallen to the earth, illuminating the entire ruins.

"boom!"

When the golden light fell to the ground, it instantly raised a gust of wind and raised dust. The ghost generals were pushed back by this force, and even a few of them were directly blown away and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a burly man holding a nine-toothed rake appeared in the golden light.

He was wearing silver armor and had a simple smile on his face. It was Zhu Bajie.

"Brother Monkey, here comes Old Pig!"

Zhu Bajie shouted loudly, with a hint of heroism and pride in his tone.

He swung the rake in his hand violently, creating a golden light and directly repelling several ghost generals.

His eyes swept across the battlefield and saw the miserable appearance of Sun Wukong and others. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a solemn look.

"Old Pig, you're finally here!"

Sun Wukong grinned, and although the smile was a little forced, there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

He clenched the golden cudgel in his hand, as if he had new strength.

Zhu Bajie nodded, his eyes swept across the densely packed ghost generals around him, and a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"These devilish bastards really don't know how to live or die!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Bajie suddenly jumped up, and the Nine-toothed Rake drew a golden arc in the air and smashed down hard on the ghost generals.

Wherever the rake passed, golden light shone, the ghost generals let out miserable screams, and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

Zhu Bajie's movements were wild and every time he swung his rake, it created a gust of wind that forced the ghost generals to retreat.

"Well done, old pig!"

Nezha praised loudly, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

His broken spear trembled slightly in his hand. Although the flame had gone out, his fighting spirit was rekindled by Zhu Bajie's arrival.

Yang Jian also breathed a sigh of relief, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand drooped slightly. The cracks on the blade seemed to be less glaring at this moment.
He glanced at Zhu Bajie, with a rare hint of relief in his tone:

"Just in time."

(End of this chapter)