Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 891 - 777: The Dawn of Victory

Chapter 891 -777: The Dawn of Victory

Xing Tian, who was severed at the waist by the Myriad Blood Halberd, died just as he fell to the ground. There was no time for anyone to save him; the Life Flame was completely extinguished, and no matter how vast Ye Zi’s life force was, it couldn’t revive Xing Tian. It was like trying to fill a bottomless water jar. Xing Tian’s corpse landed heavily on the ground. Gan Qi and the Xing Tian Shield fell on either side of him. Perhaps this was the best ending for Xing Tian. Though the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not entirely united, they shared the sorrow of losing their kin, and after all the others had died one by one in battle, only he remained. Living held little meaning now.

To die here in this manner may have been what Xing Tian had planned all along. He had fulfilled his long-cherished wish, even if his death was somewhat inglorious, for he didn’t even leave a whole corpse behind. Of course, even if Primordial Honor hadn’t severed him at the waist, he still wouldn’t have left a whole body, since his head was still beneath Mount Changyang. Everyone was silent; in this final battle, it seemed that everyone favored one-on-one combat.

Ling Weiyang was like that, Sun Wukong was like that, and Xing Tian was like that too. It seemed to be the only method of battle they could all recognize. Xing Tian’s death spread a feeling of tragic despair among everyone. Just then, from afar, a harsh coughing sound emerged from a pit—Primordial Honor’s voice. Moments later, Primordial Honor, covered in dirt, crawled out of the pit he had created. He no longer maintained the calm demeanor of someone whose clothes remained pristine even after a great battle.

His three layers of protective shield had all been broken. To be honest, Primordial Honor’s shield wasn’t an exceptionally clever technique; its only advantage was its high defensive power. If your attack didn’t exceed that shield’s defense, whatever assault you attempted was futile against Primordial Honor. However, once your attack surpassed the shield’s critical defensive threshold, the shield was irrelevant. Thus, Xing Tian broke Primordial Honor’s final two layers of shield with even more powerful attacks.

After coughing a few more times, Primordial Honor had climbed out of the pit. As he emerged, two shadows swiftly flashed past him, one to his left and one to his right. Primordial Honor swayed and avoided the two shadows. They landed and revealed themselves as Ziling from the Crimson Army and the Enforcer Leader, Heavenly Patroller. Following Xing Tian’s death, Ziling and the Heavenly Patroller acted immediately. They hadn’t interfered in the earlier battle, giving the warrior a final respect. But now, their combined attack was from the perspective of universal defense rather than personal vendetta.

Originally, Zhibei’s strategy was to continue with the previous plan focused on weakening Primordial Honor. But after Xing Tian’s death, everyone was furious and heated with rage. Although there was still fear towards Primordial Honor in their hearts, once fear accumulated enough, it transformed into fighting spirit. Ziling and the Heavenly Patroller were the first to explode into action. Despite no prior communication, their combined attack didn’t interfere with each other.

As Ziling landed, he swiftly turned and charged at Primordial Honor again. The Heavenly Patroller’s form flickered, but he didn’t charge at Primordial Honor; instead, he moved towards Ziling. Soon, the Heavenly Patroller was right behind Ziling, and the two figures began to merge until the Heavenly Patroller’s presence vanished. Primordial Honor was injured in many places, especially his forearms, which were severely twisted and deformed by Gan Qi. The fact that his forearms weren’t severed was testament to Primordial Honor’s formidable physical defensive power.

With both forearms completely fractured and his hands virtually useless, Primordial Honor’s strength was significantly diminished. Witnessing Ziling charging at him crazily, Primordial Honor took a deep breath, hooked his left foot’s toe, lifting the Myriad Blood Halberd. He then jumped and kicked fiercely, sending the Halberd as a streak of blood-red light towards Ziling. Ziling reacted swiftly, “Bouncing Seal, Seven Layers,” which allowed Ziling to evade the flying Myriad Blood Halberd.

But as Ziling leaped high, the Heavenly Patroller behind him was exposed. Primordial Honor glanced over, seeing shock in the Heavenly Patroller’s eyes, but before a sneer could escape his lips, the Halberd had already penetrated the Heavenly Patroller’s chest and vanished within his body in an instant. Primordial Honor experienced a moment of confusion, during which Ziling descended from the high.

As Ziling fell from the highest point, his hair and skin abruptly turned crimson. The color was pure, without any other hues, resembling more a meteor from above rather than blood-red or fiery. It was like a streak of a comet.

With both hands disabled and the Myriad Blood Halberd taken into another time by the Heavenly Patroller, Primordial Honor had only one option to avoid death: evade. Indeed, Primordial Honor began dodging. But the high-altitude attack not only harnessed gravity to amplify its power but also allowed clear observation of the target’s movements below. Ziling could instantly adjust his trajectory for precise strikes regardless of Primordial Honor’s evasion direction. Soon, Ziling was less than a hundred meters from the ground.

At that moment, Ziling suddenly bent his right arm, revealing a long, radiant crimson trail behind his bent elbow. It looked like a fiery feather of a phoenix that had no connection to phoenixes. The crimson light lengthened and followed Ziling’s descent, leaving a persistent trail in the sky. Moments later, Ziling was above Primordial Honor, who had tried hard to dodge but couldn’t evade. Ziling’s punch landed on Primordial Honor’s left shoulder. If not for the Primordial Honor’s timely shift half a step to the right, it would have hit his head directly.

But as Ziling’s punch landed on Primordial Honor’s left shoulder, nothing appeared to happen. Then, Ziling suddenly raised his head to look at Primordial Honor and said something. His voice was low, and no one heard what he said. But in the next instant, the long red trail behind Ziling shrank, as if absorbed by his body, a rapid process. Simultaneously, as the crimson light receded into Ziling’s arm, his right fist against Primordial Honor’s shoulder exploded.

This was a bizarre attack; it seemed Ziling’s punch was simply a conduit. The real damage stemmed from the crimson light that extended, contracted, and then exploded from his fist. Primordial Honor hit the ground in an awkward position, resembling a stone smashed by a giant hammer.

However, such a depiction didn’t entirely fit as Primordial Honor’s speed and power reached an extreme, with indescribable force impacting him. His left shoulder was forced downward with such force, yet his right shoulder kept still, resulting in a unique position as he was propelled to the ground sideways by his left shoulder (To be continued. If you enjoy this story, feel free to visit qi-dian.com to vote for recommendation tickets or monthly passes; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com).