Great Demon Sun Wukong

Under the leadership of Rogue Heart Sword Hero and Wan Jun, the others also began to pair off and fight fiercely. If there had been no casualties previously, the Annihilation Alliance Army would have boasted forty-nine members and would have had a significant advantage over the eighteen-member Netherworld Alliance Army. However, after a series of explosions, the Annihilation Alliance now only had twenty-one members left, and of those, only sixteen were still capable of fighting.

Of these sixteen, aside from Wan Jun who was engaged in combat with Rogue Heart Sword Hero, Xi Zhao had turned into a streak of black light and was now entangled with Mo Wu Long Tian and another three, forming a chaotic group. Initially, Mo Wu and the others had intended to turn and run immediately, but upon further thought, considering they were in the Patrolling Celestial World, even if they focused solely on fleeing, Xi Zhao might not be able to keep them from escaping—but where could they escape to within the Patrolling Celestial World? And even if they did manage to get away temporarily, what about afterwards? Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire

Although the three of them still harbored some fear towards Xi Zhao, they had no choice but to summon their courage, combining their strength to resist him. Otherwise, even if they could avoid capture temporarily, they couldn't flee forever. Together, they still had a fighting chance. If they lost these three, the remainder of the Annihilation Demon Nation would surely be unable to resist, and the Annihilation Palace might even fall, rendering the upcoming great battle moot.

However, even with the three of them holding off Xi Zhao, their already scarce combat power dwindled further. With sixteen combatants, three were entangled with Xi Zhao and Wan Jun was locked in combat with Rogue Heart Sword Hero; therefore, only twelve remained to face the eighteen of the Netherworld Alliance Army. Moreover, each of these twelve was injured, and although Zijing's Sealing Power had already dissipated, the circulation of Spiritual Power was still sluggish.

Most importantly, these twelve had no time to recover from their injuries. Facing the fierce Netherworld Alliance Army, if they did not want to be torn to shreds, they had no choice but to push through the pain and fight back. Twelve against eighteen, all twelve injured and demoralized, whereas the eighteen opponents were like fierce tigers, ready to pounce and peaking in vitality and energy.

Thus, the outcome was predictable—the Annihilation Alliance Army was clearly falling apart. But still, these twelve, each meticulously selected by the Three Kingdoms, fought valiantly, though outmatched, they aided one another. The Netherworld Alliance Army found it difficult to crush these twelve quickly.

For the trial of the Patrolling Celestial World, each Domain Lord of the powers had spared no expense, equipping every person with a large variety of precious elixirs and Divine Artifacts Magic Treasures. It could be said everyone was armed to the teeth. As long as one wasn't instantly killed or caught off guard by a sneak attack, it was incredibly difficult to eliminate them in direct combat.

At their level, one's life was more valuable than anything, and what they lacked least were all sorts of life-preserving items. After all, having lived so long, each of them held a distinguished position within their respective Divine Kingdoms. They feared death far more than the average person.

In contrast to the Annihilation Alliance Army's members, who were ceaselessly deploying Magic Artifacts and Magic Treasures, the combatants from the Netherworld Alliance Army appeared far more relaxed. Unless something unexpected occurred, victory seemed well within their grasp. Furthermore, many couldn't help but admire Zhibei's power, a power that evoked a sense of fear in others. Thankfully, Zhibei was one of their own; otherwise, having such a prescient enemy would be no pleasant matter.

And now, this unpleasantness was deeply etched on the faces of the Annihilation Alliance Army's members. As the Netherworld's forces continued their relentless assault, rare and precious artifacts meant for defense and offense were consecutively brought out, and every person's expression fluctuated with the tides of battle. To survive, they had to be willing to part with even the most treasured of possessions.

Still, the Annihilation Alliance Army's twelve continued to be pushed back. There was no helping it; not only were they at a numerical disadvantage, but also there was Flame God with his Strange Saber Exploding Phoenix, who usually appeared carefree and somewhat improper, a youth who loved to joke and tease with others. But now, Flame God was enveloped in a crimson flame, as if the Nine Heavens Fire God had descended to earth himself. With a brutal aura, he forced the opponent from Myriad Demons Country into a desperate defense.

"What are you waiting for? Kill these people and their belongings will be ours!" seeing that the Netherworld's forces were attacking but without much enthusiasm, Flame God became impatient. Set aside his hatred for Myriad Demons Country, with every Magic Treasure deployed then damaged, Flame God felt the loss keenly. After all, these items would have landed in his pocket after the massacre of this group.

No sooner had Flame God spoken than everyone came to their senses. Indeed, every lost artifact was a setback. Previously, some had been worried that pressing too hard might prompt the Annihilation Alliance Army to take drastic measures. The recent mass suicide attack by the Ferocious Beasts had been witnessed by all. Had Xi Zhao not warned them in time, they might have been caught in the blast.

Later Xi Zhao had claimed that there was something wrong with the strength of those beasts, and although it was unclear what the issue was, under normal circumstances, the collective suicide of over a thousand beasts with at least Eight Patterns Supreme strength should not have resulted in such minor damage. Although the quality and Level of the Patrolling Celestial World were indeed higher than that of a Divine Kingdom, there were limits. After all, that was over a thousand Eight Patterns Supreme beasts and above.

Under normal circumstances, the collective suicide of these thousand beasts would instantaneously obliterate an Intermediate World. Even a High Level World or a Divine Kingdom would suffer severe damage. Although history had seldom recorded so many Supreme beings exploding at once, the potential devastation could still be estimated.

Therefore, according to Xi Zhao's analysis, the ferocious beasts launching the third siege, although their cultivation level was at least Eight Patterns Supreme, had actual combat power that was likely around the level of One Pattern, and there were even some whose combat power did not reach the level of Dao Patterns. Otherwise, the explosion alone could have overturned this entire area.

However, one had to admit that the self-destruction had left everyone with lingering fear. No one wanted to experience it a second time, which was also the reason why the people of the Netherworld World did not launch an all-out assault from the start. Who knew if this group, upon seeing no hope of survival, would be influenced by the recent ferocious beasts' self-destruction and opt for a mass self-implosion? No one was willing to accompany them in death.

On this side, under the leadership of the Flame God, the warriors of the Netherworld Alliance Army had unleashed their strongest combat power. The Annihilation Alliance Army, which was already at a disadvantage, suddenly found the situation unbearable. However, everyone persevered because they still had hope. After all, they had two major allies from the Myriad Demons Country and the Ancient Primordial World; as long as they held on, the reinforcements might arrive at any moment.

Actually, the most miserable ones at this time were not the Annihilation Alliance warriors who were being bombarded by the Flame God and his allies like a violent storm, but Mo Wu, Zhibei, and Long Tian. These three, one a Domain Lord Level powerhouse and the other two at the top of the Supreme Peak, were embarrassed by Xi Zhao even though they outnumbered him three to one. Xi Zhao's strength didn't seem to exceed theirs by too much, at most only slightly stronger than Mo Wu, yet he managed to beat them to the point where they felt utterly disoriented.

Moreover, after Xi Zhao brought out the Annihilation Order, he did not use its power to summon the Annihilation Nine Headed Serpent but simply combined its energy with his ultimate cold to create a domain-like effect. Its primary function was simply to prevent the three from escaping.

Then they were met with a barrage of attacks like a storm, and within just a few breaths, each person suffered hundreds of strikes from Xi Zhao. Especially Mo Wu, who was cloaked in a large cloak, once Xi Zhao sensed Mo Wu's unique aura, he seemed to become enraged. After an onslaught of attacks, all three were bleeding from the mouth, even having several ribs broken.

"If this continues, it won't do, we'll really be killed by him. Shall we give it our all? Anyway, it's a death either way, dying without fighting back would be too suffocating. I'm asking you both one last time, do you regret what happened back then?" Long Tian hastily spoke to Mo Wu and Zhibei as Xi Zhao paused after that wave of attacks.

Hearing Long Tian's words, Mo Wu and Zhibei hesitated for a moment, but Mo Wu still spoke up, "No regrets. If I could do it all over again, I would make the same choice. It's too late for anything now, even if not for ourselves, for the sake of the Annihilation Demon Nation, we cannot fail this time!"

Zhibei did not speak, but the firmness in his eyes showed that he shared the same sentiment as Mo Wu. "Since that's the case, what are we waiting for? Fight! Even if he is the Demon Monarch, are we three brothers still afraid?" Saying this, Long Tian suddenly let out a long howl to the sky, and then a cyan dragon shadow appeared and continued to circle around him. If someone from the Pangu Realm was here, they would recognize that the cyan dragon shadow was the sacred beast Azure Dragon from the legends of the Pangu Realm.

The sacred beasts of the four directions from the legends of the Pangu Realm were also revered in the Myriad Demons Country. And Long Tian could wield the Power of the Azure Dragon. As Long Tian unleashed his strongest form, Mo Wu and Zhibei also shook off their earlier despondency and took out their signature abilities. Zhibei instantly transformed into nothingness, and around him in the air, there were faint unknown flames flickering, while Mo Wu once again became enveloped in Demon Mist, though this time the mist only maintained within a radius of about three meters.

"Finally got the guts to fight me head-on, have you? Very well, very well, worthy of being my dearest brothers. Haha, I have bided my time for a million years, and today I can finally eliminate the three of you, what a thrill!"

As Xi Zhao spoke, he dashed toward the three, trailing a swath of ice chips.

"Demon Monarch, if there is another chance, the three of us, would still do the same. There was no opportunity to say it at that time, but now I want to tell you, I, Mo Wu, have no regrets!"

"I, Long Tian, have no regrets!"

"I, Zhibei, have no regrets!"