The King of Yan was tall and imposing, with a cold and stern face, and his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light.
He seemed like a war god who had returned from Hell.
He was surrounded by dense demonic energy, each wisp containing Destruction power that sent chills down one's spine.
Sun Wukong, the Little Bai Long, and you.
Lü Bu! Today is your death day!
The King of King of Yan's voice resounded like thunder across the sky, shaking the very void.
He gripped a long, jet-black sword tightly in his hand.
A faint light flowed across the blade.
It was formed from the wails and resentment of countless wronged souls.
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's lips curled into a disdainful smile:
" King of Yan, do you think you can achieve anything with your meager abilities?"
Can you stop us? No one can stop your ambitions, young master!
Having said that, he swayed slightly.
It transformed into a golden streak of light and rushed straight towards the King of Yan.
The Golden-Hooped Staff seemed to come alive in his hands.
It transformed into countless golden rays, enveloping the King of Yan within them.
Each strike contained the power to Heaven-Opening and Earth-Splitting.
Not to be outdone, the Little Bai Long flapped its wings and soared into the Dragon's Roar, its roar deafening.
" King of Yan, you dog! Back then we were weak..."
Since you dare to send a demigod of the God Emperor to descend upon my Human Race...
If you want to eliminate the young master, you will experience it today.
"The despair of being wiped out by my Human Race, do you regret it?"
The little Bai Long Roar, "Those scenes from back then still infuriate me."
He knew that Sun Wukong alone could not defeat the King of Yan quickly, and that he had to go all out.
So he took a deep breath, and the water element within his body began to boil.
They transformed into streaks of water dragons, rushing towards the King of Yan with a Heavenly Destruction force.
Water dragons and golden light intertwined, creating a spectacular battle scene.
Lü Bu stood tall in the center of the battlefield.
It is like an unshakeable mountain.
He held Sky-Piercing Halberd, its tip pointing directly at the King of Yan.
A determined light shone in his eyes.
He knew that this battle concerned the fate of Ye Changge's entire army.
He must not back down in the slightest.
Then he roared, his entire body tensing up.
The power erupted instantly, and the halberd was swung out.
It pierced the sky and headed straight for the King of Yan.
However, was the King of Yan someone to be trifled with?
He snorted coldly, and his figure instantly transformed into a black shadow.
He easily evaded the combined attack of the three.
At the same time, he swung his longsword.
Streaks of pitch-black Sword Qi, like the scythe of God of Death, reaped the lives around them.
In an instant, the battlefield was filled with cries of agony, and blood stained the earth red.
Faced with such a powerful enemy, Sun Wukong,
A chill ran through Little Bai Long and Lü Bu as well.
But they knew that retreating at this point would mean certain death.
Therefore, they cooperated even more closely.
Taking advantage of their respective strengths, they launched an even more intense offensive against the King of Yan.
Sun Wukong's Golden-Hooped Staff is unpredictable, sometimes transforming into a dense defensive net of staff shadows.
Sometimes it transforms into an indestructible, sharp spear;
The Little Bai Long then utilized the agility of the water god's power...
Constantly traversing the battlefield, searching for the King of King of Yan's weaknesses;
Lü Bu, on the other hand, relied on his overwhelming brute force to defeat all opponents.
He withstood every attack from the King of Yan of Yan, creating opportunities for his teammates to attack.
The battle lasted a full day and night, leaving both sides exhausted.
But then, an unexpected turning point occurred.
It turns out that Dahei, who had been lurking in the shadows, finally made his move.
He held an ancient-looking longsword, its blade shimmering with a faint blue light.
That is the condensation of the power of heaven and earth.
He flashed and appeared behind the King of Yan.
With a single swing of the sword, it pierced straight through the Prince of King of Yan's chest.
"You..." The King of Yan turned around in disbelief.
Dahei was staring at him coldly.
There was no pity or hesitation in his eyes, only a chilling killing intent.
" Void Behemoth..."
The King of Yan uttered the name with difficulty, then collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
With the fall of the King of Yan of Yan, King of Yan cultivators also lost their fighting spirit.
They knew that the situation was hopeless, and further resistance would be futile.
So they laid down their weapons and surrendered.
Dahei stood on the battlefield, gazing at the corpses littering the ground and the surrendered cultivators.
He felt no joy or satisfaction whatsoever.
He knew that the victory in this war was only temporary.
The real challenges are yet to come.
But he also believes that as long as they are united and forge ahead, nothing can stop them from moving forward.
"We Human Race do not accept surrender. Kill!"
Dahei gave the order.
A million-strong army began its slaughter.
" Human Race, do you really think you can kill Laozi like this?"
At that very moment, deep within the King of Yan's Manor.
A terrifying aura rose up.
Similarly, the thousands of powerful figures were led by a middle-aged man.
They are heading towards the direction of the Human Race.
Behind them followed a massive, dark army.
" King of Yan, since you are not dead, and moreover, you have suddenly reached the God Emperor Perfection, very good."
Upon seeing this, the Little Bai Long was extremely excited.
"Gentlemen, leave this guy to me. You're not allowed to take it from me."
Sun Wukong and the others remained silent.
" One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones? Too bad, your cultivation is too weak."
As he spoke, the Little Bai Long charged out first.
The Dragon Sword in his hand exuded a terrifying aura.
A dragon's shadow appeared behind them, roaring Nine Heavens.
The oppressive aura of God Emperor Perfection swept out.
"What? You're also God Emperor Perfection? It's only been a short time, and you Human Race...???"
The King of Yan was utterly shocked.
However, despite his shock, the King of Yan did not lose his composure.
He knew all too well that in the face of absolute power, any surprise was futile.
He quickly adjusted his mindset, and a fierce fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.
His figure moved across the battlefield like a ghost.
They engaged in a fierce battle with the Little Bai Long.
Their battle was like two stars colliding in the night sky.
It shone with dazzling light. Each clash of sword beams...
All of these are accompanied by the distortion and fragmentation of space.
It unleashed Heavenly Destruction energy.
The surrounding cultivators quickly retreated, fearing they would be affected by this force.
Seeing this, Sun Wukong and Lü Bu did not remain idle either.
They were well aware of the importance of this battle.
They then coordinated tacitly and launched a fierce attack on the King of Yan of Yan's subordinates.
Sun Wukong's Golden-Hooped Staff swept across the land like Golden Dragon emerging from the sea.
They sent highly skilled cultivators flying one by one;
Lü Bu, relying on the sharpness of his Sky-Piercing Halberd and his own strength,
They forcefully tore through line after line of defenses, heading straight for the location of the King of Yan.
However, the Prince of King of Yan's subordinates were no ordinary men either.
They each displayed their unique supernatural abilities.
They engaged in a fierce battle with Sun Wukong and Lü Bu.
In an instant, the battlefield was filled with the glint of swords and the spray of blood.
The entire world seemed to be shrouded in this bloody aura.
Just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, an even more terrifying aura emanated from the depths of the King of Yan's Manor.
It was an old man dressed in Black Robe with a sinister face.
His appearance changed the entire battlefield situation once again.
"Hmph, a mere Human Race dares to challenge the majesty of the King of Yan's Manor!"
The old man snorted coldly, and his figure instantly sprang up.
It charged straight at Sun Wukong.
His speed was so fast that it was almost ghostly, making him impossible to defend against.
Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong frowned slightly, but remained calm.
He quickly adjusted his stance and swung his Golden-Hooped Staff.
It transformed into countless golden rays, enveloping the old man within them.
However, the old man seemed to have anticipated this move.
With a swift movement, he easily dodged the golden light attack.
"Hmph, such a paltry skill, yet you dare to show off in front of me!"
The old man sneered and waved his hands.
A surge of black energy erupted like a tidal wave, rushing towards Sun Wukong.