230 One Hundred Thousand Mountains Seven

At dusk, three thousand feet above the ground, the wolves were terrified. Flames soared into the sky, and the entire space fell silent instantly. One wolf, terrified, began to retreat, its tail between its legs, and fled. Then, the entire group began to flee.

A profound silence descended under the moonlight. There were no earth-shattering howls directed at the moon, no menacing charges into battle, only the instinct to flee. They wished they had four more legs to run as fast as possible.

An aura of danger and overwhelming force permeated the air. Drawn by mysterious signals. Leave, leave immediately!

Suddenly, a thousand rays of light arose, the blade's gleam illuminating the heavens and instantly turning the darkness before them silvery bright. From within the mountains and forests, it seemed as if ten thousand rays of light shot out, soaring straight into the sky.

After the flash of the blade, blood splattered, heads rolled on the ground, and then they charged three more steps. They fell to the ground in perfect unison. A shocking scene. Evil must be eradicated completely.

With a single step, he reached the forefront. Blood flowed freely from his body, instantly soaking the ground. The blade was in his hand, cold, but his heart was even colder. Without hesitation, the Gentleman's Blade, sharp as ice, was unleashed. No longer wasting his inner energy, he slashed out with a single strike, a sword technique that could cut a thousand times in one stroke.

The wolf charging at the front was instantly severed in two. In the same instant, a thousand wolves were cut in two; I was the one who slaughtered the tower. Or, I was cut in half.

The air was thick with the stench of blood. A man, cold as iron and expressionless, was seen killing from beginning to end, leaving a trail of corpses and mountains of blood—a true demon among men.

Then, in a flash, he quickly collected the wolf corpses of the fifth and sixth tier commanders into his spatial ring, gathering over a hundred of them.

Then, it slowly turned its head to look at the demonic beast watching in the distance. There, surrounded by towering trees and dense bushes, the snake demon gleamed with a cold, hard silver metallic luster under the moonlight. Its movements were swift and eerie, its tongue hissing in the air, sending chills down one's spine.

The bear demons were massive, their thick fur resembling indestructible armor. Their strong arms propelled their enormous bodies, and the large iron clubs in their hands, though crude and simple, were terrifyingly powerful.

It was clearly made by humans, and its simplicity suggests either rudimentary technology or that something is being concealed.

With such a thick iron rod, combined with the bear demon's immense strength, its power increased dramatically, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. It seemed that anything that stood in its way could be destroyed by this single iron rod. Just looking at it sent chills down one's spine!

The monkey demon was the smallest, leaping between branches, its lithe figure like a fleeting, deadly shadow. Its cunning eyes surveyed its surroundings, its nimble fingers moved deftly, observing various weapons and its clothing.

The demonic beasts gathered, forming a dense sea of ​​them. They varied in form, but each carried a unique and dangerous aura, permeating the air. It seemed they were all people with ulterior motives.

The demon beasts watched in astonishment as the wolf clan was annihilated. Although this was the reason they had come, something still felt off.

The Wong Tai Sin group had already quietly hidden themselves underground, in stone caves, and in tree hollows, their presence concealed and shrouded in darkness. Their once sharp tongues were now trembling with fear as they tried to escape as quickly as possible.

However, under such circumstances, if the demon beasts win today, it will be the day their own race is wiped out tomorrow.

Hesitating, his eyes, deep and indifferent, were like a bottomless ice field, both cruel and distant, devoid of any warmth, only a chilling calm.

Under that gaze, the demonic beast instantly felt as if it had been placed on a block of ice, unable to move. The coldness in those eyes seemed to freeze the blood in its body, rendering it unable to react. Goosebumps rose all over its body, as if it were being blown by gusts of cold wind.

The third monkey roared, "With so many demon beasts like us, are we afraid of a mere brat? Today, we'll tear him apart alive!"

The cold light, like the north wind of a winter night, was sharp and biting. The footsteps approached slowly, each step a pause that felt like an ice needle piercing the heart. It was a profound chill that not only made the beast's body feel cold, but also chilled its very soul.

The Buddha felt his own insignificance and powerlessness. A deep sense of fear, like a bottomless abyss, swallowed all warmth, silently sending impermanence and death to him.

The third monkey, enraged, roared, "Men, follow me! Crush this brat to pieces, skin him alive, and roast him!"

His words were incoherent and rambling, fueled by a surge of anger and a sudden wave of shame. His face flushed crimson, and he shouted, "In the Ten Thousand Mountains, we beasts are kings! You humans all deserve to die! I will drink your blood and eat your flesh!"

Above the monkey tribe, the ranks instantly straightened out, though the lines were rather haphazard. However, compared to the chaotic ranks of the other demon tribes, it immediately appeared more imposing. Indeed, comparison is essential.

In the midst of this, Monkey King Three brandished his steel fork and roared, "Charge! Charge!" The monkeys roared loudly, and an unseen force surged from the monkeys' bodies and flowed into Monkey King Three's body.

At this moment, the third monkey's body swelled up rapidly, and he roared at the sky, his voice breaking through the clouds. A fierce wind blew all around, and tree branches snapped.

At this moment, Monkey King No. 3 truly felt like the only one worthy of respect in heaven and earth, looking down on the eight wastelands and six directions. He felt like a demon king or demon saint, standing tall in the void. His figure was like a golden pillar, reaching to the sky and standing firm on the earth.

He exuded a fierce aura, as if a million suns were shining down at the same time, and the dazzling light was blinding.

He took a deep breath, and a surge of immense power welled up in his chest. With a gentle wave of his hand, a ray of golden light leaped from his fingertips, attaching itself to the steel fork. It floated in the air, like a graceful dancer, leaping and changing its ever-changing movements to the rhythm of the wind.

Then, a strange phenomenon occurred. Behind him, thousands of monkeys, each moving in much the same way, began to dance.

Various weapons, bathed in moonlight, gleamed with a cold light, seemingly leaping and spinning in the void, like thousands of monkeys dancing simultaneously—an eerie sight, yet displaying unparalleled power and beauty.

The snake and bear tribes looked on with deep apprehension. They thought to themselves, 'Thank goodness, monkeys are monkeys; they can't handle provocation, but they can handle flattery!'

At this moment, it was as if ten thousand monkeys were surging, and the air was filled with strong air currents, like a raging storm or the sound of iron hooves of a thousand horses charging.

Millions of monkeys transformed into streaks of light, crisscrossing and soaring. The entire universe seemed to tremble as these millions of monkeys danced. The monkeys' faces changed slightly, as if two were vying for dominance.

On one side was Monkey Three's angry face, and on the other was a serious and ruthless face, as they struggled fiercely.