Screams, shouts, and the clashing of weapons intertwined.
Wang Ming sat atop the Bronze Chariot, watching the battle before him with a blank expression.
Ten thousand Xuanjia Army soldiers used modern firearms to continuously attack the demons charging toward their direction.
The barrels of the Maxim Guns, known as widow-makers, grew red-hot. There were simply too many monsters opposite them, and each had been under the influence of berserk and encouragement spells, charging with bloodshot eyes and completely devoid of sanity.
This very battle was the conflict between Wang Ming and the Shituo Kingdom.
Shituo Kingdom had originally been a human realm, but after the arrival of the Golden Winged Peng, it had devoured the entire populace of Shituo Kingdom.
Then came clusters upon clusters of demonic monsters and freaks, with wolf spirits at all four gates. Mottled tigers served as stewards, and white-faced male leopards acted as chief generals...
It was fair to say that Wang Ming was at war with an entire demonic nation.
Earlier on Lion Camel Ridge, Wang Ming and Sun Wukong had simply slipped away.
They had avoided confronting the Golden Haired Hou head-on, largely because his magical treasure was exceedingly formidable.
"We are already not far from Western Paradise, Spirit Mountain, so how can there be so many demons here? Furthermore, every single one of these demons is more ferocious and a hundred times more cruel than the demons of my Eastern Tang Dynasty?"
The speaker was none other than Crown Prince Li Zhi. After watching the footage transmitted back by Wang Ming, he had been shaken so severely that it took him several hours to recover.
Anyone would be terrified by the actions of this gang of demons on Lion Camel Ridge.
"Answer me! Aren't you a holy monk?"
"Namo Amitabha Buddha!"
Tang