Yinglong looked directly at Gaia, the scales on his body suddenly became more shiny, and his wings turned into colorful, exquisite and beautiful.

The Avenue of Wind and the Avenue of Rain are entangled.

Across the vast sky and earth, there was a sudden rainstorm and strong winds. Droplets of rain were like sharp blades, flying out, flattening the mountains and the earth, and tearing apart the space.

The wind and rain enveloped Gaia, stirring her into a vortex.

A battle between tearing and vitality.

…

Sun Wukong and Poseidon's pursuit reached the edge of the ocean. When they touched the sea, Poseidon's injuries healed and he turned to look at Sun Wukong.

With a wave of his hand, waves emerged, and Poseidon stood at the crest of the waves, looking directly at Sun Wukong.

【Long Whale Throne】

Poseidon swung his trident.

A thousand-foot-high whale appeared at the crest of the tide. Poseidon stood on top of the whale, with half of his body integrated into it.

A celestial whale cruises in mid-air above the ocean, its gaze fixed on Sun Wukong. A whale's immense body, a monkey with his club! The contrast is striking.

【Like Heaven and Earth】

Sun Wukong roared angrily, and Fa Tian Xiang Di rose from the ground.

A giant figure took shape, with a waist like a mountain, a head like Mount Tai, his feet on the abyss, his head above the sky, lightning flashing in his eyes, and his golden hoop reaching the thirty-third heaven and deep into the underworld.

The battlefield above the heavens, even the gods were horrified at the sight. Is the battlefield on earth more terrifying than the battlefield in heaven?

The holy power is infinite and giants are rampant.

Yang Jian and Nezha looked at Sun Wukong's Fa Tian Xiang Di, their eyes fixed. They only felt that Sun Wukong had become stronger again.

The battlefield on earth is no weaker than the battlefield in heaven.

roar!

Sun Wukong roared to the heavens, his voice resonating throughout the three realms. He transformed his palm into a fist, locked onto Poseidon, and brought it down with all his might.

The fist wind was like a meteorite, rubbing against the aura of heaven and earth and causing fire.

The Sky Whale swung its tail to meet Sun Wukong's powerful fist.

Rumble!

The moment the two came into contact, it was like the collision of heaven and earth.

…

In the main battlefield of the Wujie Mountains, without the restraint of the quasi-saint, Han Xin, Bai Qi, and Wei Qing led their troops to attack the legions of the two major European empires as if they were in an empty land.

All the killing was done with impunity.

Before coming, the emperor's meaning was very clear: no prisoners were needed. There were no prisoners in this war, only killing.

Europe's collapse is already underway.

Massacre, and still massacre.