Flaming Mountains,
Ten thousand Xuanjia Army soldiers were stationed in the outer perimeter area of the Flaming Mountains. They were mere mortals and could not withstand the intense heat inside the Flaming Mountains.
Even further out, beyond the ten thousand Xuanjia Army soldiers.
No fewer than a million demon soldiers gathered a thousand miles away.
In the previous battles, Wang Ming's army had not suffered many casualties, mainly experiencing severe consumption of firearms and ammunition.
The casualties among the demon soldiers were severe, but they had a continuous stream of demon soldiers coming to reinforce them.
Originally, half of the fifty million demon soldiers had been killed or injured, but a few days later, as the number of demon kings coming toward the Flaming Mountains increased, the number of demon soldiers actually grew.
The central area where countless demon soldiers gathered.
That was a group of demon kings exuding thick demonic Qi.
The Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Bull Demon King, sat in the most prominent position, followed below by his several sworn brothers.
The Flood Demon King, Jiao Demon King; the Ventilation-The-Heaven Great Sage, Peng Demon King; and the Ventilation Great Sage, Macaca King.
Bull Demon King looked at the three brothers below and could not help but sigh with emotion.
Five hundred years ago, a total of seven sworn brothers had broken up with Sun Wukong later due to differing philosophies.
Not long ago,
the fourth brother, the Mountain-Moving Great Sage Lion Camel King, and the sixth brother, the Dispersion-The-God Great Sage Yuyu King, were killed by Wang Ming right before his eyes.
Furthermore,
they had died because they came to help him, leaving Bull Demon King filled with guilt.
"Big brother, that Old Emperor is truly bizarre. You didn't see his performance back in the Western Liang