As for Sun Wukong's puzzlement, Ye Zi had naturally never considered it. In fact, even Ling Weiyang had only been seen by him during the last skirmish. What kind of personality Ling Weiyang had was beyond his knowledge. However, Ye Zi did comprehend the implication of Sun Wukong's words. It was like two gangs poised for a fight, perfectly matched, but then someone in one of the gangs stabs a comrade in the back before the brawl actually starts, and even falls out with the toughest among them. That person simply walks away, no longer participating in the fight.
And the premise here is that the traitor is neither a fool nor tired of living, so what does such behavior indicate?
"What do you think then? These kinds of things are beyond me; you should call Wu Ming over for this. He's the one who revels in underhanded tactics, after all," Ye Zi said, spreading his hands to show his bafflement. Wukong nodded and asked Ye Zi to summon Wu Ming. Wu Ming had been discussing with Hei Kui how they would carry out their attack from behind and when Ye Zi called him, he swiftly appeared before Sun Wukong.
"Great Saint, what are your commands?" After pondering for a moment, Sun Wukong repeated to Wu Ming what he had said to Ye Zi. Wu Ming thought for a while, then said, "Although I am not familiar with what kind of person Ling Weiyang is, I know if this situation truly happened and Ling Weiyang has not been kicked in the head by a dragon, then there are only two possibilities. First, Ling Weiyang wants to eliminate the forces of all four quarters quickly through this method. Once the Six Great Divine Nations are established, Myriad Demons Country will naturally be much safer. If he is not absolutely certain about the final battle, it would be much easier for him to take down his allies than to defeat you, the Allied Forces."
Having said this, Wu Ming reorganized his thoughts and continued, "This means that Ling Weiyang wants to avoid the last battle by doing so. According to the previous situation, Myriad Demons Country was definitely your top priority to get rid of, but now I fear that's no longer the case. Since the Six Great Divine Nations have been decided, there's no need for a desperate struggle anymore."
Wukong nodded. He understood Wu Ming's words. Though the tactic was not particularly clever, it had indeed played a significant role. By utilizing the undercover identities of Xi Zhao and the others, Myriad Demons Country had indeed been navigating the situation with ease. "And the second possibility?" Wu Ming suddenly became earnest and said, "The second possibility is that Myriad Demons Country possesses the combat power to withstand all of you on their own. If they have such power, then cooperation with Annihilation Demon Nation, Ancient Primordial World, or even the Underworld God Army becomes completely unnecessary. Moreover, they might even be likely to claim their share of the spoils of war. If that is the case, then this final battle for us is going to be extremely challenging!"
He waved his hand to signal Wu Ming to rest. What Wu Ming had said was something Sun Wukong had also considered previously, but he needed someone else to confirm that his thoughts were on the right track. Furthermore, Sun Wukong had also thought of something that Wu Ming hadn't mentioned. However, this was entirely his own speculation; since he couldn't find any evidence, Sun Wukong kept it to himself, while at the same time becoming more vigilant.
The sun set in the west, and the moon rose over the willow tips. It was finally time to mount an offensive. Although their mission this time was to provide frontal distraction, they weren't truly foolish enough to openly announce their intention to attack. As night fell, over fifty individuals from the Netherworld and Fangcun, all dressed in black garb for night travel, stealthily approached Myriad Demons Palace. At this moment, although Myriad Demons Palace was not as bright as daylight, it was still reasonably well-lit.
The group crept to the back of a stone slope closest to Myriad Demons Palace, where Sun Wukong noticed that there seemed to be no one inside the entire palace, silent enough to hear a pin drop. He gestured, and Ye Zi crouched and moved closer. Sun Wukong asked in a low voice, "What's the situation, can you sense if there's anyone inside?" Ye Zi shook his head, "There are no signs of life, it should be empty!"
Hearing Ye Zi's response, Sun Wukong's brow furrowed slightly. Looking around, he saw no sign of an ambush, but where were the people from Myriad Demons Palace? Where had they gone? Even if they had some task, it was unlikely they would leave without a single person. Unusual occurrences certainly suggest something supernatural at play, but knowing that something was amiss, they couldn't just return without accomplishing anything. Once more, he used his Heaven and Earth Fire Eyes to scout the area and found no signs of living people, yet he did notice that fifty guardian puppets were present in Myriad Demons Palace. It appeared that the people of Myriad Demons Palace had some collective action, hence the guardians were left behind.
Without further hesitation, Sun Wukong waved his hand, and nearly two dozen shadows burst out from behind him, reaching the outer vicinity of Myriad Demons Palace in a few blinks, after which those individuals cooperated with each other to infiltrate the palace quietly. Shortly afterwards, one of them signaled with a gesture that the coast was clear and the interior was safe. Seeing this signal, Sun Wukong no longer waited; his figure flashed as he leaped forward, and the rest of the people quickly followed suit.
And when Sun Wukong also entered the Myriad Demons Palace, he found indeed there was no one inside. His eyes immediately caught sight of the World Suppressing Stele of the Myriad Demons Country, standing erect at the center of the great hall. His heart leaped with joy, it seemed that even the Myriad Demons Country had its moments of oversight. However, just as Sun Wukong was about to bring out the Supreme Order to activate the World Suppressing Stele of the Myriad Demons Country, he suddenly felt something was amiss. In his moment of doubt, he halted his actions. After turning around and glancing around, Sun Wukong suddenly realized something.
"This is bad, it's a trap, retreat, get out of here quickly!" The reason Sun Wukong could react so quickly was not due to his Heaven and Earth Fire Eyes—actually, to this point, his Fire Eyes had not detected anything unusual. This was all thanks to Sun Wukong's experience when he had accompanied Master Sanzang to the Western Paradise in the Pangu Realm. Throughout their journey, they faced ninety-nine and eighty-one trials, and Sun Wukong had seen all kinds of traps and mechanisms.
Moreover, his Master Sanzang was extremely cooperative, diving head-first into every trap they encountered, for which Sun Wukong could do nothing. During their journey, they had once encountered a demon named the Great King Yellow Brow, who was originally a disciple of Maitreya Buddha and had stolen Maitreya's magical artifact, the Golden Claws, to descend to the Lower Realm and become a demon. At that time, the Great King Yellow Brow used mana to create an illusion of a little Thunder Monastery, and even Sun Wukong's fiery golden eyes couldn't discern its flaws. Now the situation was identical to that past encounter.
Although Sun Wukong was quick to react, there were others even quicker. As Sun Wukong's voice faded, the doors of the Myriad Demons Palace slammed shut. In the middle of the great hall, where the World Suppressing Stele had originally stood, the stele suddenly began to sink. Following the stele's descent, a pit three to four meters in diameter shockingly appeared. Then, from within that pit, a stream of purple-gold flame burst forth thunderously.
Everyone immediately noticed the anomaly, but when they tried to break through the walls to escape, they found that their spiritual power was rapidly draining away. No matter the attack they launched at the walls of the hall, it was like dropping stones into the sea, causing no damage whatsoever. While everyone was utilising their abilities, hoping to break through the walls, the purple-gold flames erupting from the giant hole had already soared to the sky and then reflected off the ceiling, raining down fire throughout the palace.
"Don't attack the walls, everyone quickly defend and dodge these flames, they can burn flesh and bone." Indeed, after the purple-gold flames fell upon several individuals, their flesh immediately became the best kindling. Luckily, those few were quick to act, cutting away the burning flesh and blood, or else they would have been reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Without waiting for Sun Wukong's orders, Old Sha had already brought out the Ultimate Water Eighth World Suppressing Stele as soon as possible. Due to the rapid loss of spiritual power within his body, Old Sha originally intended to create a protective shield large enough to cover everyone, but found he could only sustain a shield of a five-meter radius at most.
Having any protection was better than none; in just the blink of an eye, two people had already fallen. As Old Sha exerted all his effort to maintain the water curtain, people immediately squeezed into it for cover. Thankfully there weren't too many of them, so it was still possible to fit everyone inside the cramped space.
"Brother Monkey, think of a solution quickly, I can't hold out for too long." Although the rain of fire was blocked, a strange force within the palace was incessantly devouring everyone's spiritual power.
Before Sun Wukong could come up with any solution, he suddenly heard a voice ring in his ears: "Grandpa Dao Zhun, I'm here to rescue you!" (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Starting Point ) to vote for recommended tickets, monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.) Experience more tales on Freewebnovel
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