That pitch-black shovel, as broad as a parasol, was utterly familiar.
"Whoosh~"
"It's the Great Immortal's divine weapon!"
"The Great Immortal has returned!"
"The Great Immortal is mighty!"
"..."
The city erupted in celebration, and many people even wept with joy.
Over the past six years, although the Journey to the West party had advanced at a tremendous pace, their strength had ultimately remained insufficient to contend with these great demon clans. They had been stalled at Inlaid City.
Many who had once set out alongside them had already fallen in battle.
Though many newcomers had since joined them, it was still a deeply regrettable thing.
"Who is it?"
"Sneaking around like a rat in the dark—come out!"
"..."
While some rejoiced, others grieved. In stark contrast to the jubilation within the city, Old Wolf Ancestor, Old Lord Yellow Crane, and the Scorpion King Ancestor all underwent a drastic change in expression.
The black shovel stood at the weak point of the magic array, emitting not the slightest ripple of power. It looked like nothing more than a dark, rusted lump of scrap iron.
Yet it had withstood the three of them joining forces in an all-out strike.
Beyond the Protective Magic Array, the aftershocks of the attack were spreading toward the distant horizon like ocean waves.
Wherever they passed, everything was reduced to powder and scorched earth.
Most crucially, none of the three demons had seen how that black iron lump had appeared.
It had been too fast—appearing at the very last instant before the attack struck the array barrier.
Lang Qing studied the Great Black Shovel carefully, its eyes widening wider and wider. In the end, it sucked in a sharp breath.
It had seen this shovel before!
Retrieving corpses from Black Dragon Pool!
A humanoid creature had