Duke captured Yang Jian again, still not sealing his divine powers. Soldiers stepped forward and bound him, escorting him away together with Nezha and Huang Tianhua.
Duke stroked his chin, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes. "So weak. Erlang Shen and Nezha here are weak as hell, not even as good as Monkey from the Journey to the West World... I just wonder what level the Twelve Golden Immortals are at."
The camp echoed with earth-shaking battle cries. Duke gave it no further thought, glanced at the two old men fighting with great enthusiasm, and slapped Garurumon Duke on the head. The giant wolf seemed to understand, letting out a roar as wind gathered beneath its four paws and it charged toward the army's grain stores. Any Western Qi soldiers it encountered along the way were either bitten in its jaws or torn apart by its claws, carving out a bloody path. Its silver-white body was soon stained crimson with blood.
The left and right camps guarded by the Four Heavenly Lords of Huanghua Mountain were in imminent danger. Though the four each possessed remarkable abilities and feared no Western Qi general in single combat, Western Qi simply had too many men.
Everyone had the right to execute demons and heretics. There was no need to speak of martial honor; they only had to rush in together!
King Zhou had lost the people's support, and the Shang Dynasty had been branded the villain. So although the Western Qi generals were swarming their opponents in a rather unsporting fashion, they were actually obeying Heaven's will, exterminating evil and defending justice as righteous men should!
The Four Heavenly Monarchs could not fend off so many foes with only two fists. Furthermore, the Western Qi soldiers had been ambushed and now