Chapter 2778 - 2777: Two Armies Closing In

Chapter 2778: Chapter 2777: Two Armies Closing In

After a feast of meat and drink, the festivities lasted until midnight.

The originally clear sky suddenly filled with mysterious flashes of light, as if the heavens had collapsed, continually emitting muffled thuds.

Everyone looked up in surprise, feeling as if something significant was happening in the sky.

Long Fei calmly drank his wine, looked up at the heavens with Zhang Ziling, and said, "Your father seems to be having a tough time."

Zhang Ziling’s face darkened; she actually felt a sense of rejection towards this father.

After awakening to her past life, an inexplicable resentment surfaced.

This was the resentment of the Seven Fairies, which could only be alleviated after severing ties with the corpse.

She drank a sip of wine and said sullenly, "He brought this on himself; the heavens are changing, yet he insists on adhering to rules. Even the mortal dynasties know to change with the times. When has the Heavenly Court ever implemented reforms?"

Having been an empress for many years, she had a bit more of an imperial aura than other women.

Long Fei patted her shoulder softly to comfort her, "Everything will be alright!"

He felt a chill behind him and quickly moved his hand away from Zhang Ziling. As expected, his big wife was staring at him from behind, making him too afraid to move carelessly.

The Thirty-Three Heavens were already in chaos.

Although the top forces of the Demon Clan had the upper hand, the lower-ranking Demon Generals and Demon Soldiers were not as strong as the Witch Tribe.

Both sides possessed Ancient Bloodlines, one went to the Desolate Star Field, and the other to the Netherworld.

However, the Witch Tribe, after being tempered by the Underworld’s Yin Qi, had undergone some demonization, and their bodies had become increasingly mutated and brutal.

The battle moved from the South Heavenly Gate to the Northern Heavenly Gate, and back again from the Northern Heavenly Gate to the South Heavenly Gate.

At this point, it’s become as fierce as water and fire, turning into a tug-of-war.

The Demon Clan was backed by the Kunpeng Ancestor, with Incompatible leading as the marshal, and Bai Ze serving as the Think Tank.

Kui Ox, Jiu Ying, Zi Tie, Gui Che, Taowu, Little Peng King, Sun Wukong, and Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord were the vanguard.

Zhu Bajie, Sha Monk, and Little White Dragon were pulled in by Sun Wukong to help, but the three of them were merely playing supporting roles.

When the Ancient Demon Clan charged, they hid at the back, just shouting.

They originally thought only Jiufeng and Xingtian from the Witch Tribe could fight, but upon reaching the Thirty-Three Heavens, suddenly out came Fei Lian, Ping Yi, Xiang Liu, Jingwei, and even Great Witch Wuu Gang to support them.

No one expected these Great Witches to still be alive.

In terms of upper-level power, the Demon Clan still held the advantage.

After all, the Kunpeng Ancestor was of Quasi-Saint cultivation level, and only Xingtian could barely manage.

The old fellow had high cultivation but was naturally cautious. He stayed at the back and refused to enter the fray, insisting on overseeing the three armies.

Both sides had a million troops, now each suffering casualties, reddening the Spiritual Energy mists over the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Sun Wukong stood at the front of the formation, feeling impatient, "If Patriarch Buddha were here, wouldn’t a single finger wipe out these Witch Tribe members? They have no upper-level protection yet, how much longer will they wait and hesitate?"

Zhu Bajie, touching the sweat on his belly, said, "Monkey Bro, stop complaining. Since the First Heaven, I’ve fought alongside you all the way to the Thirty-Three Heavens, and my belly is starving. We’re not far from the Peach Garden. Anyway, the Heavenly Court doesn’t care now; why don’t we go to the Peach Garden and grab some peaches?"

Sun Wukong reprimanded, "You fool, we came here to uphold justice, not to be robbers!"

Zhu Bajie, biting his finger, said, "Then what’s the point of calling me over without benefits? We’re working for you, but can’t be doing it for free, right?"

"You fool, all you know is eating!"

Sun Wukong angrily tugged his ear, making him yell, "You hit me; I still want to eat. Where is there work without pay? You guys are too stingy!"

Sha Monk kept consoling on the side, "Second Brother, just say less. Once the Witch Tribe is expelled, the Demon Clan will be the supporters of the Jade Emperor. After the Divine Enthronement, where could you not find your benefits?"

Sun Wukong reluctantly let go of his ear, scorning, "Listen, Junior Brother Sha is much more clear-headed than you."

Zhu Bajie rubbed his ear, asked Sun Wukong, "Then can my old pig be reappointed as Marshal Tianpeng?"

"Sure!"

Sun Wukong pointed to Jiufeng in the opposite military formation and said, "You go kill that crazy woman, you’ll be the most meritorious in this battle. Let alone Marshal Tianpeng, even Heavenly King is possible."

Zhu Bajie craned his neck, looked over at Jiufeng wielding a longsword, secretly swallowed, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, that woman’s fierce, I can’t beat her!"

"Go to hell!"

Sun Wukong shook his head, really wanting to kick him out.

Sha Seng asked Sun Wukong, "Senior Brother, what are we waiting for now?"

Sun Wukong said, "Li Jing is leading a hundred thousand Human Race troops, about to attack from behind the Witch Tribe. Then we’ll encircle them from both sides and definitely wipe the Witch Tribe out."

"That’s fantastic!"

Sha Seng grasped his Zen Staff and said, "Later when we brothers charge out together, we definitely won’t let Senior Brother lose face."

Little Bai nodded repeatedly, holding his sword.

"Good brothers!"

Sun Wukong patted their shoulders, asked Zhu Bajie, "And you?"

Zhu Bajie tilted his head and said, "Whatever you say, goes!"

Sun Wukong and everyone else laughed, suddenly the Witch Tribe’s rear unfurled banners, and the cries of battle were like thunder.

The hundred thousand troops led by Pagoda-Holding Heavenly King Li Jing charged through the Northern Heavenly Gate.

Chaos ensued in the Witch Tribe’s rear, and on the frontlines, the Demon Clan’s Marshal Incompatible gave a gentle command, "Human Race army has arrived; we’ll attack from both sides and completely eradicate the Witch Tribe!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"..."

Demonic Qi unfurled, and the cries of battle were like thunder.

A mass of Demon Clan rushed forward like a black tide, once again violently assailing the Witch Tribe.

Within the Witch Tribe’s army, someone hurriedly reported to Jiufeng, "Mistress Feng, this is bad, a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals are attacking from the rear."

"Is it Li Jing?"

Jiufeng’s face darkened, her Divine Sense enveloped both sides, watching as the armies rushed to encircle them.

There’s no defending terrain in the Heavenly Court, despite its other virtues.

In this battle, the entire Spiritual Continental is visible, purely engaging the enemy head-on.

Xingtian shouted with his axe, "The Human Race and Demon Clan bully us too much; I’m going to kill them clean!"

Jiufeng stopped him, anxiously urged, "Brother, the Human Race and Demon Clan are powerful. We’ve already lost troops, and continuing to fight will definitely cost us further."

Xingtian yelled, "Then what should we do?"

Jiufeng said, "First retreat from the Heavenly Court and regroup at Northern Jambu Continent. I’ve heard the Temple of the Twelve Ancestors has shown signs of manifestation. If we unite the Witch Tribe there, it’s not difficult to return."

"Damn it, I refuse!"

Xingtian’s belly swelled with anger.

Fei Lian and Ping Yi advised on the side, "Ninth Sister is absolutely right, our troops are currently at a disadvantage. Better to let them have the Heavenly Court now, then regroup and fight back later."

"Brother Xingtian, you and Ninth Sister take the troops and retreat first, we’ll hold them back for you."

With their magic, a storm rose rapidly.

On the Thirty-Three Heavens, a dense cloud formed instantly, within which rain fell heavily.

This rain wasn’t ordinary; it was like drops of water blades.

The Little Demons charging ahead unwittingly rushed into the rain, all were pierced through completely.

"Brother, don’t waste time!"

Jiufeng urged impatiently.

Xingtian always listened to Jiufeng, hefted his axe, shouted, "Charge, breakout from the Human Race!"

He commanded his troops to retreat, led the charge towards the Human Race’s side.