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Chapter 215 defection
The Lion Camel Ridge army was overjoyed at the defection of the Monkey King and launched a relentless offensive, completely disregarding defense.

Sun Wukong's iron cudgel came crashing down when the victim was completely unprepared.

The Green Lion Demon, who was at the forefront of the attack, still had a sinister smile on his lips. He felt a terrifying shockwave explode above his head and instinctively raised his axe to block. The thick axe handle shattered instantly, and half of his shoulder armor turned into a bloody mist in an instant, with a cracking sound coming from his shoulder bone.

"Agh!" The green lion spirit's roar, filled with extreme pain, changed tone. "Monkey! Have you gone mad!"

He spat out a mouthful of sweet-smelling black blood several meters away, his eyes bulging out, his disbelief mixed with utter horror.

The white elephant spirit was swept away by the strong wind from the end of the staff, staggered, and blood immediately stained its long trunk.

The Golden-Winged Roc reacted the fastest, retreating in an instant. Even so, it was still struck by Sun Wukong in anger, sending its feathers flying.

"Sun Wukong!" The roc's sharp cry pierced the clamor, its golden eyes fixed on the monkey. The golden light swept past the two demons without pause, followed by another powerful and heavy blow.

"Boom!"

The golden claws collided violently with the black iron rod. The roc felt an overwhelming force sweeping back, its body flying uncontrollably, the rock beneath its feet shattering.

The overwhelming momentum of the demon soldiers charging across the mountains was instantly frozen, choked by an invisible giant hand. Their fervor turned into bewilderment and confusion, with no one knowing what had happened.

Sun Wukong ignored the stagnation, smashing the green lion with his staff. Without pausing, he pounced on the flying roc. It was as if in that instant, he had burned away all shackles and constraints, leaving only the most primal, fierce fighting spirit of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and a near-liberated madness.

"That was great, hahaha, so satisfying! I haven't felt this good in years!"

He burst into thunderous laughter, his golden cudgel stirring up a storm of death as it chased after the roc and slammed down on it. "Come on! Let me see what you're made of, roc. Maybe you can take a hit from my old Sun."

Sun Wukong swung his big stick and, regardless of how many people were on the other side, smashed it directly at the three demons of Lion Camel Ridge.

The situation took an unexpected turn, but the True Martial Emperor controlled his subordinates to remain still. The monkey's defection was too sudden, and he did not know if there was a trap involved. He was unwilling to let his subordinates take risks to test the waters.

Meanwhile, the aquatic creatures of the West Sea were still retreating. The old Dragon King had brought his entire fortune this time. In this battle, which was only halfway through, the aquatic creatures had already suffered heavy losses. The old Dragon King's heart was bleeding. Even though he saw a turning point in the battlefield, he only ordered his troops to slow down their retreat.

The Yellow Wind Monster leaned on his steel fork, his bushy beard smeared with blood and dust. He frowned as he watched Sun Wukong chasing and beating the Roc. After a moment, he slowly uttered, "What's gotten into this monkey today?"

But at this moment, he was more concerned about another question: "What do we do now?"

Chen Guangrui's gaze swept across the chaotic heart of the battlefield, where Sun Wukong was relentlessly pursuing the three demons, then across the Lion Camel Ridge's lines, now shattered by the fighting. He met the Yellow Wind Monster's inquiring gaze.

"beat."

Yellow Wind Monster shuddered, "Good!"

He roared, his burly body sprang up, and the banana leaf fan in his hand, which had shrunk in size, swayed in the wind and turned into the size of a door. He aimed at the nearest group of demon soldiers who were still in a daze and slapped them hard!

"call!"

A fierce storm arose from the ground, howling and sweeping towards the demon horde. Dozens of demon soldiers, along with their weapons, were blown into the air and then crashed down, their screams and the sound of bones cracking piercing the ears.

"Uncle Huang Feng, give it your all!" Red Boy shrieked, slapped his nose, and his refined Samadhi True Arrow shot into the chaotic demon horde like a rocket, exploding with a "boom".

"Demon, prepare to die!" Almost the instant the Yellow Wind Monster made his move, the flames of Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels surged beneath his feet, transforming into a crimson afterimage. He raised his Fire-Tipped Spear, becoming one with the spear, and thrust it straight at the Green Lion Demon, who had just struggled to his feet and whose shoulder had collapsed halfway.

The Green Lion Demon's left eye turned bloodshot, and with his still intact left arm, he swung the heavy Xuanhua Axe, smashing it fiercely towards the Fire-Tipped Spear with a ferocious intent to perish together with it.

"Clang!" The spear and axe clashed, creating a deafening, thunderous sound that sent boulders and dust flying.

In the air, Zhenwu Emperor's sword-like eyebrows relaxed. Seeing Chen Guangrui decisively give the order, the Yellow Wind Monster brazenly disrupted the battle, Nezha entangled the Green Lion, and Sun Wukong frantically suppressed the Roc. The time had come.

This fierce battle finally saw a glimmer of hope for its end with Sun Wukong's defection.

"Evil forces must be eradicated!" The True Martial Emperor brandished his sword, his voice booming like a bell.

"Turtle and Snake Generals, clear the way! Five Dragons, follow me, hold the line! Assist the Great Sage in sweeping away the demonic forces!"

"Understood!" the tortoise and snake generals responded in unison. The tortoise general advanced like a mountain, its massive hammer unstoppable.
The snake will dart about like lightning, and the silver sword will splatter blood like rain!
The five divine dragons unleashed a deafening roar, their five elements power unleashed without restraint, crashing down on the demon soldiers' rear and cutting off their support.

Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, who had been directing the aquatic creatures to regroup from the rear, saw this and no longer hesitated. The old dragon's hair and beard bristled, and he raised his sword high, shouting, "Aquatic warriors! Counterattack!"

The aquatic army, which had been holding back its frustration all day, erupted with a deafening roar. Azure waves surged up like a thousand piles of snow, and swords and spears gleamed coldly like a forest, crashing down on the chaotic Lion Camel Demon Army lines like a raging tsunami.

The situation at Lion Camel Ridge collapsed instantly.

"Hold on, hold on for me!" The white elephant demon barely suppressed his churning blood and qi, wildly swinging his long trunk to force back several approaching aquatic creatures, his voice hoarse and desperate.

But in front, the Five Dragons of Zhenwu charged forward; on the flanks, a raging tide of aquatic creatures surged forth; and from behind, the Yellow Wind Monster's giant banana leaf fan and Red Boy's ghostly, darting evil flames constantly harassed him. Even worse, at the core, the Green Lion and the Roc were tightly bound, making them completely uncontrollable.

The demon army completely collapsed.

With the Five Elements Divine Dragons clearing the way, the True Martial Heavenly Soldiers, like red-hot iron rods piercing butter, plowed deep red furrows through the demonic tide. The Turtle and Snake Generals charged left and right, unstoppable.

Screams of agony filled the air as severed limbs flew through the air. Vast numbers of demon soldiers fled in terror, howling and trampling each other.

With a flick of his fan, the Yellow Wind Monster sent his routed soldiers flying, then darted like a ghost to the vicinity of the Green Lion Demon, who was locked in a fierce battle with Nezha. Seeing the giant demon stumble and fall, its back wide open, the Yellow Wind Monster grinned, discarded his steel fork, and swung his palm-leaf fan, which resembled a door, down hard on the Green Lion Demon's lower back.

"Agh!" The Green Lion Demon howled in agony, a sharp pain shooting through his lower back, half his body paralyzed. Nezha's eyes flashed like lightning, and his Fire-Tipped Spear, like a venomous snake's tongue, pierced through the demon's thigh with a "thud!"

"Big Brother!" the white elephant spirit cried out in alarm, trying to save him, but was forced back by an incomparably sharp sword aura. It was the True Martial Emperor himself who had taken action.

The most disheveled of all was the Golden-Winged Roc.

Sun Wukong's staff techniques had lost all order, becoming nothing more than "madness"! Each strike was faster and heavier than the last! His maniacal roars continued incessantly.
"Awesome! Exhilarating! You little bird, take this from my old Sun! This blow will make you see no law and order, this blow will kill you and send you back to the Western Paradise, hahaha, exhilarating! After I destroy you, I, old Sun, will still wreak havoc on Mount Ling."

His maniacal laughter was filled with boundless violence, as if he wanted to unleash all the pent-up emotions within him.

The Golden-Winged Roc, which prided itself on its speed and claws, was overwhelmed by this brutal, all-out offensive style of fighting. Its magnificent brocade robe was torn in several places by the wind from the staff, its golden feathers were disheveled, and its face was covered in blood and dust.

Each hard impact left his arms numb and his chest heaving. With the Yellow Wind Monster lurking nearby, ready to ambush him, he couldn't even spare the energy to summon the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle. The moment he lost focus, the deadly club, carrying the power to cleave the heavens, slammed towards the top of his head.

The defeat is set.

The battlefield was filled with the dust kicked up by the desperate flight of demon soldiers. The Green Lion Demon, dragging a wounded leg and a crippled arm, was in grave danger under the relentless barrage of Nezha's spears.

Under the combined assault of Zhenwu Emperor and the five divine dragons, the White Elephant Demon's trunk was riddled with deep, bone-revealing wounds, dripping with blood. The Golden-Winged Roc could only desperately defend against Sun Wukong's relentless, wave-like attacks, its feathers flying wildly, utterly powerless to retaliate.

Within the allied forces, morale soared. Yellow Wind Demon and Red Boy, sometimes cooperating with Nezha to pursue the Green Lion, sometimes launching sneak attacks when the Golden-Winged Roc wasn't looking. Ao Run directed the aquatic tribes to divide and eliminate them. Between heaven and earth, only the dying cries of the Lion Camel Demons and the allied forces' overwhelming battle cries remained.

Sudden.

There was not a single sign.

All the noise, the clash of weapons, the screams of the dying, the roars of battle.
All sound vanished instantly.

It wasn't silence. It was frozen.

The wind stopped. Even the lingering smell of blood seemed to freeze in mid-air.

Sun Wukong, who was swinging his staff wildly, suddenly stopped, his golden cudgel hovering in mid-air. The Golden-Winged Roc, struggling to hold on, froze in a disheveled defensive posture. Nezha and the Yellow Wind Monster, who were chasing the Green Lion, also stopped and looked up alertly.

The sword light of the True Martial Emperor froze the moment it was unleashed. Even Chen Guangrui's gaze suddenly sharpened like an arrow, shooting towards the western sky.

There.

The sky cracked open.

It wasn't that the clouds dispersed, but rather that the entire western sky seemed to be ignited like a giant glass dome.

A radiant golden light! Gentle, majestic, and boundless.

Golden light instantly blanketed the entire western sky, cleansing away the murky demonic clouds and smoke above Lion Camel Ridge. The light was gentle yet filled with an irresistible pressure, enveloping every inch of the battlefield and every person, victor or dying demon.

Chanting!

A grand, solemn, and soul-cleansing chant suddenly resounded between heaven and earth. At first, it appeared faintly, as if surging from the depths of the soul, and then, like a tidal wave, it filled every inch of space, crystal clear, containing boundless compassion and supreme majesty.

Golden light, chanting.

Like two invisible giant hands, they pressed the stop button on the entire intense and chaotic battlefield.

A fighting spirit ignited in the monkey's eyes. He knew that this was Buddha, who had arrived.

(End of this chapter)