The Pure Land seethed as the horde of monkeys rioted. The Divine Monkey King had returned, and with battle spear in hand, he slaughtered in every direction.
The Pure-Blood Creatures felt as if they were facing a mortal enemy. They activated precious artifacts, preparing to force their way through, because if they were blocked here, death was certain. They still had great confidence in their clans' ancient treasures.
"Monkey, your formation really is lousy. You think you can trap us with this many flaws?" An Old Flood Dragon suddenly appeared, revealing itself. Its entire body was azure, aged and decrepit, its bloodline dried up.
Seeing the Old Flood Dragon's appearance, the Divine Monkey King instantly recognized this "old friend." Without another word, he immediately struck to kill.
The Old Flood Dragon was not willing to show weakness either. In addition, it had extremely deep research in the field of formation symbols, so while resisting the Divine Monkey King's powerful attacks, it did not forget to break the formation.
Very soon, a corner of the great formation was broken open. Then the runes collapsed, and daylight returned. In that instant, several old monsters exerted their strength at the same time. Their terrifying might was unmatched, causing the great formation to disintegrate.
Clearly, their hatred for the monkey surpassed everything. They wanted to kill him immediately and joined forces with everyone to attack.
At this moment, Blackie, the Barbarian Bull, Peacock, and the others had all arrived. They launched fierce attacks forward, ganging up on the monkey. Precious techniques surged, and divine light shone everywhere.
The Pure-Blood Creatures had no choice but to join the battle by using precious techniques, because they were also in the Pure Land, and this place had already descended into chaos.
On such a terrifying battlefield, those