Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 877 - 769: Invincible
Chapter 877 -769: Invincible ƒгeewёbnovel.com
At the center of the massive depression, Sun Wukong’s entire right knee had already sunk into the earth. Not only that, but Sun Wukong’s fractured left arm began to gush blood. Since Sun Wukong had transformed into his true form, the blood that flowed from his massive body was like a waterfall. Sun Wukong’s expression finally showed some signs of pain. Earlier, he had been suppressing his wounds with spiritual power, so during the previous series of attacks, Sun Wukong wasn’t affected by his broken arm. But now he could no longer suppress it, and the severe pain, significant blood loss, and the depletion of his spiritual power made Sun Wukong feel a bit dizzy.
Gripping his left shoulder tightly with his right hand, Sun Wukong slowly stood up. After a slight wobble, he steadied himself. Looking up at the edge of the depression, Sun Wukong revealed a smile. However, before that smile could spread, it froze on Sun Wukong’s face, turning into fear and pain. Just then, as Sun Wukong smiled and looked up, a streak of blood light suddenly burst out from the hole created by his right knee. It instantly sliced across Sun Wukong’s left shoulder, directly severing his entire left arm.
The pain of a shoulder injury and the direct severing of an arm were entirely different levels of agony. Even Sun Wukong could not help but cry out in pain. With his right hand tightly gripping his bleeding left shoulder, Sun Wukong fell to his knees with a thump. Whether it was due to the blood light or not, Sun Wukong found that he couldn’t stop the bleeding from his left shoulder. It was as if something was forcefully sucking the blood from the wound. After just a few breaths, Sun Wukong felt the dizziness brought by significant blood loss.
To prevent faster blood loss, Sun Wukong reverted to his human form. Just as Sun Wukong reverted to human form, sounds began to emerge from the hole he had created. Careful listening revealed the sound of countless stones shifting. Hearing this noise and coupled with the blood light that had severed his left arm earlier, Sun Wukong had a guess. Sure enough, under Sun Wukong’s sullen gaze, a figure slowly floated up from the hole. It was indeed the Primordial Honor. At this moment, Primordial Honor’s appearance was no different than before. His body had no injuries, and not even his clothes were dust-stained.
The Myriad Blood Halberd in his hand pulsed rhythmically like a heartbeat. Seeing the Myriad Blood Halberd, Sun Wukong understood why his wounds kept bleeding— it was all the Myriad Blood Halberd’s doing. With a single hand, Sun Wukong quickly formed a hand seal, causing nine diamond chains to appear on his left shoulder, binding his entire left shoulder. After being bound by the Seal Heavenly Stamp’s diamond chains, the wound gradually stopped bleeding. Although the Seal Heavenly Stamp had little effect on Primordial Honor, it could at least be used to seal the Myriad Blood Halberd’s blood-sucking ability.
Sun Wukong’s complexion turned somewhat pale, a side effect of significant blood loss. With a wave of his hand, the multicolored light that had just struck Primordial Honor flew back to him, namely the Jingu Bang. Using the Jingu Bang to steady himself, Sun Wukong looked at Primordial Honor and suddenly understood Weiyang’s previous feeling. Too powerful, far beyond what he could handle. None of his previous attacks had inflicted any substantial harm on Primordial Honor. If there was any effect, it was merely breaking the transparent light barrier on Primordial Honor’s body.
Seeing Primordial Honor unscathed and looking at Sun Wukong with absolute disdain, Sun Wukong’s heart suddenly felt a tinge of despair. But the next moment, all his fear and despair turned into madness. With a roar, Sun Wukong dragged the Jingu Bang and charged at Primordial Honor. It was a total frenzy, an attack with no reservations or plans. Sun Wukong’s only thought was to attack.
Primordial Honor’s figure slowly descended, landing beside the hole, looking at the roaring Sun Wukong charging at him. A trace of pity surprisingly appeared in his eyes. Soon, Sun Wukong rushed in front of Primordial Honor, his right arm exerting force, swinging the Jingu Bang straight at Primordial Honor’s waist. But the next moment, a dull thud echoed, and Sun Wukong flew backward. His chest had a fist imprint deeply embedded into it. After skidding a hundred meters on the ground, Sun Wukong finally stopped. He vomited a large mouthful of blood.
Breathing heavily, Sun Wukong’s eyes turned blood-red. Struggling a few times, he shakily stood up. Hooking his right hand, the Jingu Bang returned to his hand. Gripping the Jingu Bang, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. With a heavenward roar, Sun Wukong charged again with the Jingu Bang. Primordial Honor had no expression or action, merely watching Sun Wukong roar and charge once more. But as Sun Wukong swung the Jingu Bang a second time, Primordial Honor punched him in the abdomen.
This punch was extremely heavy. Sun Wukong’s figure instantly halted, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock, followed by several mouthfuls of blood spraying out. With a punch to Sun Wukong’s abdomen, Primordial Honor’s other hand formed into a claw and grabbed Sun Wukong’s head, lifting him up. Sun Wukong was already covered in blood. Although his left arm wound was bound by the Seal Heavenly Stamp’s diamond chains, stopping the bleeding, blood continually poured from his mouth.
All pity vanished. Primordial Honor struck Sun Wukong with a final elbow, sending him flying once more. This time, Sun Wukong flew even further, rolling countless times on the ground before stopping. Sun Wukong couldn’t get up despite repeated attempts, looking increasingly battered. Yet he kept trying to stand up, as if possessed. Finally, he succeeded. Though his body swayed, he managed to stand up.
Raising his right hand, he beckoned Primordial Honor, saying silently: “Come on, keep going!” Sun Wukong intentionally made no sound, as he had already lost the ability to speak. Seeing Sun Wukong still daring to provoke, Primordial Honor sneered and, in a blur, appeared before Sun Wukong. Without any fancy moves, he struck Sun Wukong’s forehead with a palm, sending him tumbling and flying thousands of meters away.
When he finally stopped, Sun Wukong lay flat on the ground, spread-eagle, staring at the sky that had turned dark again. His gaze was oddly calm. Was this all there was? He thought to himself, realizing he had been too simplistic. Although he knew that according to Zhibei’s plan, they might eventually move Primordial Honor. But in the end, only three or five might survive. Sun Wukong couldn’t accept such a victory. His idea was to complete the auxiliary attacks himself.
Zhibei’s plan was for the Divine Nations Alliance to attack in turns, weakening Primordial Honor’s power, followed by Sun Wukong and Xi Zhao finishing the final assault. Sun Wukong now attacked to weaken Primordial Honor, allowing Xi Zhao and the Divine Nations Alliance to launch the final attack. This way, casualties could be minimized. If sacrificing his life meant saving more lives, Sun Wukong was willing.
But it seemed now that despite exhausting all his efforts, he hadn’t inflicted any damage on Primordial Honor. The battle ahead would definitely incur casualties. This realization hurt Sun Wukong the most.
Sun Wukong’s greatest fear wasn’t his own death, but that his death wouldn’t save others.
“I am the Great Sage Equalling Heaven. I cannot die like this!” he muttered between clenched teeth, attempting to stand again. After several tries, he arose once more. Hooking his fingers at the Jingu Bang, it returned to his hand. Gripping the Jingu Bang, Sun Wukong prepared to charge again. But as he moved, he hesitated because the Jingu Bang didn’t budge.
Sun Wukong glanced at the Jingu Bang, pulling it forcefully, but it felt rooted to the ground.
In an instant, tears streamed down Sun Wukong’s face, as a voice suddenly echoed in his mind: “No, please, don’t go further. It’s enough, really enough. If you continue, you’ll die, you really will die!”
Sun Wukong knew it was the voice of the Jingu Bang. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Starting Point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
