Upon hearing these words, some of the gods in the formation immediately stood up and flew out of the map of mountains, rivers, and the country.

A gleam of light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes. He supported himself on the ground with his golden cudgel and stood up shakily. He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and wisps of cloud gathered under his feet.

"Monkey, you are so badly injured, why are you joining in the fun?" Nezha flew over immediately when he saw Sun Wukong's appearance.

"It's just a minor injury."

"Is this a minor injury? Except for Yang Jian, you are the most seriously injured person in the entire Heaven. Those Indian gods almost teamed up to chop off your head!" Nezha shook his head decisively, "Just stay here and we will go."

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, raised the blood-stained golden cudgel in his hand, and smashed it heavily to the ground. The mountain peaks painted with ink suddenly shook!

"Don't forget, when I went to the West, I was given the title of Fighting Buddha... Who can beat me in fighting?" Sun Wukong said calmly, "Even if I'm injured, it won't be a problem for me to stop the two main gods."

Feeling the violent power surging out of Sun Wukong's body, Nezha stared at him for a moment with complicated feelings, but still sighed and did not persuade him any more.

"Is Yang Jian awake?"

"No." Sun Wukong looked back at the blood shadow with extremely weak breath in the center of the formation, "He has a strong life, he won't die in a short time..."

Nezha nodded, "He's safe here, let's go."

Many divine figures passed through the map of mountains, rivers, and the country and disappeared without a trace.

…

Inside Chennan Pass.

"I am the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch of Daxia, Zuo Qing..."

A voice was transmitted through the universal channel to the ears of all the night watchmen stationed in Chennan Pass and the Daxia military.

At this moment, the busy Chennanguan Operations Command Room suddenly became quiet. The figures standing in front of the countless large electronic screens and sand tables stopped what they were doing and listened carefully to the words on the communicator.

In front of the commander-in-chief's position, Guan Zai, wearing a peaked cap and looking extremely haggard, slowly stood up and turned to look out the window at the back of the figure standing on the top of the outer wall of Chennan Pass...

…

"...The gods of Daxia are about to launch a general counterattack against the gods of the Temple of Heaven. By then, we will face an unprecedented wave of divine beasts, perhaps several times more than what we have now..."

Snap——!

A sniper shell flew into the air. In the observation tower of Chennan Pass, a member of the Daxia military special forces paused slightly when he heard these words, pulling the bolt of his gun.

After a moment of silence, he continued to pull the bolt with an expressionless face, put his face in front of the sniper scope, and slowly locked onto the eye of a giant beast that was sprinting towards the outer wall...

Bang!

A loud gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew out, accurately shattering the giant beast's eyeball.

The giant beast, which had lost its vision, roared angrily and suddenly lost its direction. Several figures wearing dark red cloaks rushed out at the same time and took the opportunity to kill it on the ground!

…

"...Now inside this pass, there are soldiers who have been fighting hard since the beginning of the war, and there are also reinforcements mobilized from other passes in Daxia. During these sixty hours of desperate fighting, they are stationed in this last line of defense standing in front of Daxia..."

In the rescue room for the seriously injured at Chennanguan, countless figures who were seriously injured in the battle were lying on the bloody sheets.

Some of them were missing arms, some had their thighs bitten off by the beast, some were covered in blood and unconscious, and some stopped breathing amidst the rapid calls for rescue...

Hundreds of medical staff shuttled between the beds, their white coats had been dyed red, and their tired eyes were bloodshot.

After hearing the sound coming from the loudspeaker, the screams of pain in the emergency room gradually faded.

A wounded man who had just woken up from anesthesia after an amputation surgery, his scattered pupils gradually focused, he stared blankly at the ceiling, listening carefully to something.

“…This war may become our grave, but it is also the last hope for the millions of people behind us.

Those who are willing to die for Daxia, please follow me... Let's go outside the city wall and resist the beast tide!"

The emergency room for seriously injured patients suddenly fell into silence, and then some people who were still able to move stood up and quickly ran outside.

The amputee lying on the bed regained consciousness instantly. He sat up abruptly, picked up the metal frame with an IV drip hanging beside him and used it as a crutch, and was about to run out.

"Hey! Why are you running? One of your legs has been amputated and you can't even walk properly! Are you going out there to die?" A medical staff member hurried forward to stop him.

"I...I, I must...must go!" The wounded man, who had not yet recovered from the effects of the anesthetic, stammered, "You...get...get out of the way!"

"No..." The medical staff was about to say something when a hand patted her shoulder.

She looked back and saw an old doctor with gray hair standing behind her. He shook his head helplessly, "Xiao Li... don't stop him, let him go."

"But Director, look at him like this...how can he go to the battlefield!"

"What does he look like? Take a closer look. What does he look like?"

The director raised his chin in the direction of the injured man with an extremely complicated expression.

The medical staff turned around and saw the wounded man lying on the ground. He struggled to take out a bloodstained dark red cloak from under the bed and draped it solemnly. Then he supported himself with a metal frame with one hand and held a straight knife with the other hand, staggering out of the emergency room.

The dim sunlight poured in from the window, stretching his cloaked shadow very long, like a stubborn giant, stumbling towards his fateful battlefield.

She stared at the scene, stunned where she was.

"He's a night watchman." The director's helpless voice sounded, "I've been transferred from military medicine to logistics over the years, and I've seen many young people like him. Don't look at him cheerfully at ordinary times, when it comes to such a time, nine oxen can't pull him back... Do you think he is going to die? He is going to find his duty and glory."

In addition to the wounded who staggered away, there were also many seriously injured figures who followed him with difficulty. They were not all night watchmen, there were also the military of Daxia, and some logistics personnel, and there was light in their eyes.

The medical staff opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word.

At this moment, the director behind her turned around, fumbled in the drawer, and finally took out an old-fashioned revolver, put it in the pocket of his bloody white coat, and walked out.

"Director?! Where are you going?" She asked after being stunned for a while.

The gray-haired old military doctor smiled and said, "Don't look at my age. When I was young, my shooting skills were still very accurate... maybe it can be of some use."

"Director? Director!"

Amid the stunned voices of the medical staff, the old military doctor laughed, walked out of the emergency room with brisk steps, and disappeared from sight...