Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 450

Zhu Bajie's joining instantly changed the situation on the battlefield.

The nine-toothed rake was wielded with great force in his hands. Amidst the flashing golden light, the ghost generals retreated one after another.

He stood in front of Sun Wukong and the other two, with a smug and honest smile on his face.

"Hey, Brother Monkey, what happened to you guys? Why are you being harassed by these little ghosts?"

Zhu Bajie looked back at Sun Wukong and saw that he was covered in blood. He couldn't help but frown.

Sun Wukong grinned. Although the smile was a little forced, the fighting spirit in his eyes remained undiminished:
"Old Pig, you've come at the right time! These guys are Yama's men, they're not easy to deal with."

"King Yama?"

Zhu Bajie narrowed his eyes, looked at King Yama in the distance, and paused slightly with the rake in his hand.

King Yama stood in the distance, looking at Zhu Bajie coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He gently waved the mourning stick in his hand, and the surrounding gloomy wind intensified again. The ghost generals became more hideous under the cover of black fog.

"Zhu Bajie, you are walking into a trap!"

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

Zhu Bajie laughed loudly and swung the rake in his hand violently, bringing up a golden light:
"King Yama, you old ghost, stop playing tricks here! I, Old Pig, won't fall for your tricks!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Bajie suddenly leaped up, and the Nine-toothed Rake drew a golden arc in the air and went straight to the top of King Yama's head.

His movements were vigorous and the rake carried tremendous force, as if he was going to smash King Yama into pieces.

Upon seeing this, King Yama's face changed and he swung the mourning stick in his hand more rapidly, trying to suppress Zhu Bajie's attack.

However, Zhu Bajie's nine-toothed rake flew up and down, colliding violently with the mourning stick, making a deafening roar. The two sides fought back and forth, and it was difficult to tell who would win.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong breathed a sigh of relief, then took out an elixir from his arms and swallowed it quickly.

The elixir went down his throat and turned into a warm current that quickly flowed through his limbs and bones, and his tired body recovered a little.

He clenched the golden cudgel in his hand. Although the light of the cudgel was still dim, the familiar sense of power gradually returned to his body.

Sun Wukong's eyes swept across the battlefield, and seeing that Yang Jian and Nezha were still struggling to hold on, the fighting spirit in his eyes was rekindled.

"Yang Jian, Nezha, prepare to fight again!"

Sun Wukong said in a low voice, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone.

Yang Jian nodded, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand trembled slightly. The cracks on the blade were still clearly visible, but his eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he could pierce through the enemy in front of him.

He took a deep breath, endured the severe pain, and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword violently, forcing back an approaching ghost general.

Nezha also struggled to stand up straight. The broken red tassel spear was shaking slightly in his hand. The flame on the tip of the spear had long been extinguished, but his eyes were still firm.

He gritted his teeth, leaped up suddenly, and stabbed the throat of a ghost general with the broken spear in his hand. The ghost general let out a scream and turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated.

At the same time, the battle between Zhu Bajie and King Yama became more and more intense. The nine-toothed rake and the mourning stick kept colliding in the air, making a deafening roar.

Zhu Bajie's attack was fierce, and the golden light brought by the rake swept in like a storm. Although King Yama swung his mourning stick quickly, he gradually seemed to be unable to keep up.

"Zhu Bajie, you fat pig, you really have some skills!"

King Yama gritted his teeth and said, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Zhu Bajie laughed loudly and swung the rake in his hand violently, bringing up a golden light:
"King Yama, you are nothing more than this!"

King Yama's face darkened, he took a few steps back, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.

The surrounding gloomy wind suddenly intensified, and black mist condensed around him, transforming into a huge black dragon, roaring and pouncing towards Zhu Bajie.

When Zhu Bajie saw this, his face changed and he swung his Nine-toothed Rake violently, creating a golden light and colliding with the black dragon.

The black dragon let out a shrill roar and its figure gradually dissipated, but Zhu Bajie was also pushed back several steps by this force and his face turned slightly pale.

"Old Pig, be careful!"

Sun Wukong's voice came from behind, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

Zhu Bajie steadied himself, nodded, and stared at King Yama, his fighting spirit becoming even more intense:
"King Yama, you old devil, if you have any tricks, just use them!"

King Yama sneered and swung the mourning stick in his hand violently. The dark wind around him intensified again, and the ghost generals became more hideous under the cover of black fog.

Their offensive became more fierce, and the pressure on the battlefield increased again.

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

Their physical strength has reached its limit, and every swing of their weapons seems particularly heavy.

But the three men's eyes remained firm and their fighting spirit had not diminished in the slightest.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the distant sky, followed by a dazzling golden light that cut through the sky and shot straight to the center of the battlefield.

The golden light dissipated, revealing a figure holding a long sword and wearing golden armor.

The long sword shone with a cold light in the sunlight, and the dragon pattern on the golden armor was lifelike, as if it could break through the armor at any time.

The man had a dignified face and eyes as sharp as torches. He was none other than Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King.

Behind him, dense crowds of heavenly soldiers followed closely, their armor shining silver in the sun, their spears like a forest, and a murderous aura blowing in their faces.

Li Jing took a step forward, pointing his sword diagonally at the ground, and his eyes swept coldly across the battlefield, finally falling on King Yama.

His voice was deep and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty:

"King Yama, you mobilized the ghosts without authorization and disturbed the human world. Have you ever thought about the punishment from the Heavenly Court?"

King Yama's expression changed slightly, the mourning stick in his hand twirled slightly between his fingers, a chilling wind swirled around him, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes:
"Li Jing, you and I have nothing to do with each other, why do you have to meddle in other people's business? What happened today has nothing to do with you!"

Li Jing snorted coldly, raised his sword, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at King Yama:
"The Heavenly Court has issued an order that anyone who disrupts the order of the human world must be severely punished. Since you dare to defy the Heavenly Court's order, you will not be able to escape unscathed today!"

The heavenly soldiers behind him raised their spears in unison, and the earth-shaking shouts of killing instantly resounded through the sky.

The silver-armored heavenly soldiers rushed onto the battlefield like a tide, with their spears pointing directly at the ghost generals, and the battle between the two sides broke out instantly.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong smiled, tightened his grip on the golden cudgel, and the fighting spirit in his eyes rekindled:
"Li Jing, you came at the right time!"

Li Jing glanced at Sun Wukong and saw that he was covered in blood. He frowned slightly and said with a hint of blame:
"Sun Wukong, it's rare to see you in such a state of disarray."

Sun Wukong laughed and turned the golden cudgel in his hand. Although the golden light on the tip of the cudgel was faint, it was still firm:
"I, Old Sun, don't have time to argue with you. Let's solve the problem first!"

Li Jing nodded, and turned his gaze back to King Yama. He swung his sword, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, and he went straight to King Yama. Seeing this, King Yama did not dare to take it head-on. He dodged and swung his mourning stick violently. The black wind turned into a barrier, trying to block Li Jing's sword energy.

"boom!"

The sword energy collided with the cold wind, making a dull loud noise.

King Yama's barrier trembled slightly due to the sword energy, and the black mist gradually dissipated.

His expression became solemn, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes:
"Li Jing, do you really want to be my enemy?"

Li Jing sneered and raised his sword again, the cold light on the tip of the sword flickering in the sun:

"King Yama, your actions today have violated the laws of heaven. If you don't surrender, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung his sword suddenly, and the sword energy was like a dragon, going straight for King Yama's throat.

King Yama did not dare to be careless. He swung the mourning stick in his hand rapidly, and a black wind gathered around him, trying to block Li Jing's attack.

At the same time, the battle between the heavenly soldiers and the ghost generals became more and more intense. The silver-armored heavenly soldiers held spears and moved in unison, with each stab carrying a fierce killing intent.

Shrouded in black fog, the ghost generals had strange shapes and attacked swiftly. The two sides fought back and forth, and it was difficult to determine the winner.

Zhu Bajie stood beside Sun Wukong, the Nine-toothed Rake in his hand shaking slightly, flashing with golden light.

He glanced at Li Jing, a smile on his face:
"Hey, once Li Tianwang shows up, our pressure will be much less!"

Sun Wukong nodded, his eyes fixed on the battlefield, his tone solemn:
"However, King Yama is not so easy to deal with. We have to be careful."

Yang Jian and Nezha also came over, the three-pointed, double-edged sword and broken spear trembling slightly in their hands, and it was obvious that they could not hold out for much longer.

Yang Jian glanced at Li Jing and whispered:

"Although Li Jing is here, we can't rely on him alone. We have to find a way to resolve the battle as soon as possible."

Nezha held the broken spear tightly. Although the flame on the tip of the spear had gone out, his eyes were still firm:

"That's right. This battle cannot be dragged on for too long, otherwise we won't be able to hold out."

Sun Wukong took a deep breath, gripped the golden hoop tightly, and looked at it with a sharp gaze:
"In that case, let's fight it quickly!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up, and the golden hoop drew a dazzling arc in the air and went straight to the top of King Yama's head.

At the same time, Yang Jian and Nezha also attacked at the same time, and the three-pointed double-edged sword and broken spear stabbed at the left and right sides of King Yama respectively.

Upon seeing this, King Yama's face changed, and he swung his mourning stick violently. A black gloomy wind suddenly burst out, trying to block the attack of the three people.

However, Sun Wukong's golden cudgel hit his shield with tremendous force, causing the shield to tremble slightly.

Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword followed closely behind, the blade flashing coldly, and pierced straight into King Yama's waist.

King Yama's figure froze, the black wind was cut by the blade, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Nezha's broken spear went straight for King Yama's throat. Although there was no flame on the tip of the spear, it still carried a fierce murderous intent.

King Yan Luo barely avoided the attack, but the broken spear still left a bloody mark on his shoulder.

King Yama took a few steps back, his face gloomy and a hint of fear in his eyes.

He clenched his mourning stick, his tone filled with anger:
"You...are really looking for death!"

Seeing this, Li Jing sneered, swung his sword, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, heading straight for King Yama:

"King Yama, you are already at the end of your rope, just surrender!"

King Yama's expression became even more gloomy, and a dark wind surged wildly around him, as if it was going to swallow up the entire battlefield.

He swung the mourning stick suddenly, and the black wind turned into a huge black dragon, roaring and rushing towards Li Jing.

Li Jing raised his sword, and the sword energy was like a dragon, colliding with the black dragon.

The attacks from both sides collided violently in the air, making a deafening roar.

The black dragon's body gradually dissipated due to the sword energy, but Li Jing was also pushed back several steps by this force, and his face turned slightly pale.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong tightened his grip on the golden hoop and whispered:

"King Yama's power is still growing, we can't delay any longer!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung the golden hoop suddenly, and the golden light at the tip of the hoop shone again, heading straight for King Yama's chest.

King Yama, upon seeing this, did not dare to take it head-on. He dodged and swung his mourning stick violently, and the black gloomy wind swept over again.

Yang Jian and Nezha also attacked at the same time, stabbing at the two sides of King Yama with their three-pointed double-edged swords and broken spears respectively.

The attack of the three men was so fierce that King Yama was unable to resist for a moment, and the black wind was forced to retreat again and again.

On the battlefield, the battle between the heavenly soldiers and the ghost generals is gradually coming to an end.

The spears of the silver-armored heavenly soldiers were like a forest. The ghost generals gradually disappeared under the cover of the black fog, and the shouts and cries on the battlefield gradually weakened.

King Yama was forced back by Li Jing's sword energy. Before he could stand firm, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes.

He leaped suddenly, and the golden hoop in his hand suddenly became longer, shining with golden light. The body of the hoop, with the force of thunder, smashed down hard on the head of King Yama!

King Yama's pupils shrank, and he quickly raised the mourning stick to try to resist, but the power of the golden hoop was too overbearing, and the stick hit the mourning stick with a deafening sound.

King Yama only felt his arm go numb, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked. His body was forced back several steps by this huge force, and a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, Yang Jian's figure flashed like a ghost, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword cut through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking wind, and the blade pointed directly at King Yama's left rib.

King Yama barely turned sideways, but the blade still left a wound on his left arm so deep that the bone was visible. Blood gushed out, staining his black robe red.

King Yama groaned, his body swayed slightly, a trace of pain flashed across his face, but his eyes were still cold.

Nezha stood aside, his face as pale as paper. Although his red tasseled spear was broken, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly threw the broken spear out. Although the flame at the tip of the spear was weak, it carried a fierce murderous intent.

Although King Yama tried his best to dodge, the broken spear still pierced his abdomen. Flames burned at his wound, making a sharp "sizzling" sound.

King Yama's body shook violently, he groaned in pain, and staggered back a few steps. The bloodstains on his black robe became more and more eye-catching.

Seeing this, Li Jing's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he swung the sword in his hand suddenly. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and it went straight to the face of King Yama!
King Yama barely raised his mourning stick to block, but the sword energy was too sharp and the mourning stick flew out of his hand.

The sword's force remained undiminished and hit him hard in the chest. King Yama let out a shrill scream and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

(End of this chapter)