The three said no more, and their figures shot into motion at the same instant!
Streams of gold, crimson, and silver tore through the demon-qi-shrouded sky, shooting straight toward Spirit Mountain's summit.
Sensing three unrestrained auras closing in at once, Mara let out a cold laugh.
With a flicker, he vanished from the depths of the Devil Palace and appeared atop the ruins of the Great Thunderclap Temple.
"Three ants, and you dare come here to die?"
Mara swept out a hand, and the demon qi filling the heavens transformed into countless black chains that lashed toward the three.
Mara possessed only the strength of the Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal First Heaven, yet he could not wield the laws of the Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal First Heaven.
Otherwise, before a true Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal, a Golden Immortal of the Origin could be reduced to ashes in an instant.
Sun Wukong charged at the forefront, raising the Golden-Hooped Staff high.
The Seven-Turn Profound Origin Art circulated at full force. Golden light condensed along the staff into a brilliant phantom of a cudgel, which smashed head-on into the demon-qi chains.
"Break for this Old Sun!"
With one sweeping blow, the demon-qi chains snapped inch by inch like rotten wood, and golden battle intent dispersed the surrounding demonic mist.
Nezha followed close behind. The Wind-Fire Wheels spun at high speed, while the Heaven-Muddling Silk churned around him like a crimson dragon.
Rather than charging directly at Mara, he took advantage of the moment Mara was occupied by Sun Wukong. Lowering his body, he circled around from the side toward the demon-qi cage imprisoning Fake Jieyin and the other two.
"Nezha, be careful!"
Yang Jian's voice echoed through the demon qi.
His Heavenly Eye had already seen through the nodes