Great Demon Sun Wukong

As Sun Wukong spoke, the twelve Ancestral Witches that had appeared out of nowhere had already tightly surrounded Bai Zhaoju. Seeing these twelve sudden figures, each with considerable strength, Bai Zhaoju couldn't help but frown deeply. However, his movements were not slow in the least. He commanded his three doppelgangers to continue their assault on Sun Wukong while he lifted the only Shadow Stele he had left above his head.

The reason why the four Shadow Steles had turned into one was that the remaining three were with the three doppelgangers. After lifting the Shadow Stele above his head, Bai Zhaoju instantly took flight, and a dense red light erupted from the stele, enveloping him completely.

Although it was merely a Shadow Stele, as a pure defensive artifact, it still possessed an extremely potent effect, and not just in terms of defensive power. The red light that wrapped around Bai Zhaoju also dramatically increased his own speed, allowing him to skyward just a moment before the twelve Ancestral Witches' attacks arrived. He not only evaded the twelve strikes but also escaped the encirclement of the Ancestral Witches.

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong, after summoning the twelve Ancestral Witches, finally stopped taking it easy and commanded the Wasteland Soil Stele to spin around him once, causing Bai Zhaoju's three doppelgangers to automatically retreat. No joke, although they were merely doppelgangers, Bai Zhaoju wasn't about to let them be sacrificed in vain; after all, these three had more tricks up their sleeves.

When both men had extricated themselves from each other's influence, they didn't immediately engage again but simply stood there in the void, facing each other off. Bai Zhaoju's three doppelgangers returned to his side, each holding a divine weapon, and positioned themselves to shield him. On Sun Wukong's side, he still manipulated the twelve Ancestral Witches to surround Bai Zhaoju and his three doppelgangers, while he himself returned to his previous stance, right hand supporting the Jingu Bang and left hand holding the World Suppressing Stele, as if he had never moved at all.

After an exchange with Bai Zhaoju, Sun Wukong paused. However, the fierce battle between Zhibei and Ling Weiyang showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, it was becoming more intense. At the moment, Zhibei exuded a mystical aura, and every movement seemed to give the impression that he might see into the future. This sensation was particularly strong in Ling Weiyang, who faced him.

But Ling Weiyang didn't enjoy this sensation at all, because what was being seen through was his own future. From the start of their fight, Ling Weiyang hadn't even had a chance to draw his magic treasure, let alone land a hit on Zhibei. With Zhibei in this state, he possessed an extremely powerful innate precognitive ability, meaning he could foresee his opponent's actions for a considerable length of time without needing divination.

Add to that Zhibei's cultivation at the Supreme Peak and every attack from Ling Weiyang would be preemptively perceived and evaded by Zhibei. The battle between them looked as if it had been prearranged, and moreover, like some poorly orchestrated fight performance. Often Zhibei would make a move in advance, such as suddenly bending his knees and crouching, and it would be a while before Ling Weiyang seemed to notice and attempted a sweeping kick, obviously sweeping the area Zhibei had long since vacated.

However, though Zhibei could always evade Ling Weiyang's attacks in advance, he was also quite helpless. Not being adept at combat, his offensive methods were nearly unbelievably scarce. So even though he could predict Ling Weiyang's movements, he was unable to counterattack, only continually dodging. This was partly because the disparity in combat power between Zhibei and Ling Weiyang was so great; even within the same cultivation realm, their actual combat power could differ by several times, or even more than a dozen times.

Like with Domain Lord Level strength, the Ghost Jade from the Canglan River Realm would definitely be no match for Ling Weiyang. And then there's Sun Wukong—within the Supreme Peak Realm, who could defeat him? Therefore, Zhibei's greater role was to tie down his opponent; in reality, all hope rested on Sun Wukong. However, as the fight with Ling Weiyang dragged on, Zhibei grew increasingly alarmed. Initially, he could avoid Ling Weiyang's attacks with ease, but now he found himself struggling. Although he could still predict Ling Weiyang's movements, Ling Weiyang was at the same time trying to add as much variation to his techniques as possible.

For instance, if Zhibei knew that Ling Weiyang was about to use an elbow strike, he would dodge in advance. But by the time the attack actually arrived, it often turned into a horizontal sweep with the elbow or coupled with additional techniques. It was no wonder Ling Weiyang, as the strongest under the Domain Lord of the Myriad Demons Country and the progenitor of the Kirin Clan, possessed a battle talent and intuition that Zhibei simply could not match.

As Sun Wukong and Bai Zhaoju clashed once again, Zhibei stole a glance at the battle. He noticed that for some reason, Sun Wukong did not make a move, simply hovering in midair, thus controlling the twelve Ancestral Witches and the four Bai Zhaoju who were happily engaged in the fight. Was Sun Wukong planning to defeat Bai Zhaoju with just the twelve Ancestral Witches? At such a crucial moment, how could he be so leisurely?

Zhibei couldn't help feeling annoyed at Sun Wukong's actions. However, he was helpless, as he couldn't afford to be distracted in a battle of this level; otherwise, if he lost, the Netherworld Alliance Army might well be led to defeat by the addition of Ling Weiyang. Just when Zhibei redirected his focus, Ling Weiyang suddenly stopped without warning. He stood a mere dozen meters away from Zhibei, leisurely watching him.

"Divine Oracle, Zhibei. You have a resonant title, and while I must admit you indeed possess the ability to foresee the future, your combat power really is nothing special. I originally had no intention of revealing my strength here, but since you've appeared, I feel obliged to keep you here; otherwise, you would pose a significant variable to my future plans!" said Ling Weiyang, a clear smile spreading across his handsome face.

Meanwhile, Zhibei frowned, his gaze intensely fixed on Ling Weiyang. Yet, the next moment, Zhibei's expression changed abruptly, but he seemed somewhat uncertain. His right hand gently pinched something inside his long sleeve, and a very delicate tortoise shell appeared in Zhibei's hand. With an unchanged expression, he stared at Ling Weiyang while his right hand rapidly tapped on the tortoise shell.

After Zhibei's right hand stilled, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and his complexion turned extremely pale, his eyes filled with shock. Seeing the change in Zhibei, Ling Weiyang slowly moved his hands and said, "As expected of Zhibei, it seems you have already learned something. But it's too late. Today, I will extinguish you here. My plans will not tolerate any variables."

Upon hearing Ling Weiyang's words, Zhibei suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Ling Weiyang, have you gone mad? What you're doing is no different from seeking a tiger's skin; the only outcome is self-destruction! If you inadvertently provoke the Heavenly Patrollers, your entire Myriad Demons Country will fall!" To Zhibei's words, Ling Weiyang remained noncommittal. At that moment, a ball of blue light had appeared in front of Ling Weiyang and was gradually transforming into an Azure Edged Longsword.

"Is that so? Then why don't you divine my future and see if I am headed towards self-destruction? After so much idle talk, I'm growing impatient. Zhibei, I know that your so-called foresight has its significant limitations. Otherwise, you wouldn't have ended up in such a predicament. And there are too many things you don't know."

As his words faded, Ling Weiyang's body flashed with blue light, and he instantly turned into a streak of blue light appearing in front of Zhibei. Although Zhibei's heart was deeply shaken by the divination he had just secretly performed, he quickly regained his composure. Only by surviving could he bring this matter out of the Patrolling Celestial World. Thus, at this moment, Zhibei's eyes became firmer than ever before.

As Ling Weiyang disappeared, Zhibei's right hand suddenly pressed into the void in front of him, immediately conjuring an Eight Trigrams Pattern. At the same time as the pattern emerged, Ling Weiyang thrust his sword, though it was blocked by the Eight Trigrams Pattern. Ling Weiyang then twisted his body, and the sword in his hand emitted a burst of green light before transforming into a two-meter-long giant axe.

With Ling Weiyang's body spinning, the giant axe, carrying an unrivaled force, chopped directly at the Eight Trigrams Pattern in front of Zhibei. This axe was far more powerful than the previous sword strike, causing the pattern to tremble intensely. But the small tortoise in the palm of Zhibei's right hand suddenly opened a pair of lively eyes, and as the tortoise opened its eyes, the Eight Trigrams Pattern in front of Zhibei became incredibly sturdy.