Great Demon Sun Wukong

Watching Hun Kun cough up blood as he flew towards himself, Sun Wukong hastily smashed out several Heavenly Steles, forcing four Combat Puppets to retreat a half-step, then flew up to catch Master Hun Kun. But in the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong and Hun Kun were surrounded by eight Combat Puppets.

These Puppets didn’t care about your convenience; instead, they fully embraced the idea of kicking someone when they were down.

On one hand, Sun Wukong had to support Hun Kun, and on the other hand, he had to deal with the attacks of the eight Combat Puppets. In just three breaths, he had sustained more than ten wounds. After this short delay, Master Hun Kun also recovered his strength. He rose and joined Sun Wukong in fighting the enemy.

But despite their efforts, they were hard-pressed to fight back, as two fists were no match for four hands, and Master Hun Kun’s assistance only served to reduce the frequency of the injuries.

"Everyone, if we go on like this, we’ll all be annihilated. Let’s join forces to ensure that at least one of us gets out. Otherwise, the Demon Clan will truly be extinct."

"Alright, a man can die but once. I, Old Dragon, am not afraid," laughed the Yellow Dragon boisterously, as his tail whipped a Combat Puppet away; yet in the next moment, another two Puppets struck him, tearing his flesh and spilling his blood.

"I agree too. We old bones should do something for the young ones of the Demon Clan." The speaker was the Kirin. Although the Kirin wasn’t as bedraggled as the Yellow Dragon, he too was badly injured. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The rest didn’t even have time to nod in agreement before they were once again pulled into the fray by the Puppets. Though still at an overwhelming disadvantage, they consciously started to huddle together.

Even though the pressure on the seven of them was greater against twenty-four, everyone was no longer thinking about survival; rather, they were focused on creating a path for at least one individual to escape.

Therefore, no one was concerned about how many injuries they might suffer; instead, they were considering how they could carve out an escape route. But it seemed the twenty-four Combat Puppets, or perhaps Chang’er who commanded them, had already fathomed their intent.

The twenty-four Combat Puppets tightly encircled them, leaving no gaps. As their Spiritual Power drained drastically, it seemed that death was the only path left. In desperation, the Yellow Dragon roared loudly, and his hundred-meter-long dragon body swelled even further, stretching beyond two hundred meters.

As the members of the Demon Clan shouted out, he laughed wildly, his dragon body coiling to ensnare all twenty-four Combat Puppets at once.

"Old Dragon is leaving first, haha. If you survive, remember to tell my descendants how I died. Haha."

Having said this, with the twenty-four Combat Puppets entwined, he hurtled rapidly downward. As he plummeted, blood spurted from his mouth. After all, these were twenty-four Half-step Great Path beings, not mere mortals. Although caught off-guard by the Yellow Dragon, they soon followed Chang’er’s command and attacked the body of the Yellow Dragon.

The power of twenty-four Half-step Great Path beings attacking simultaneously was immense. In just two breaths, the Yellow Dragon was covered in wounds, scales and blood flying from his massive body. Yet the Yellow Dragon persevered, for the distance was still insufficient—if he self-destructed here, it would surely affect the others.

He needed to descend further, it still wasn’t enough. But time had run out. As the Yellow Dragon fell, he let out an agonizing scream, and a massive sword light cleaved him in two at the waist.

From the moment the Yellow Dragon swept everyone up to the moment he was bisected, only five breaths had passed. Yet no one from the Demon Clan ran, as they were stunned. No one expected the Yellow Dragon to choose such a method for their escape. In an instant, hot tears streamed down every face.

However, in that momentary daze, the Yellow Dragon had already been split in two by a sword light. That piercing scream snapped everyone back to reality. Seeing the Yellow Dragon sacrificing his life in vain against the Puppets, both Kirin and Kunpeng’s eyes reddened with rage.

"Master Hun Kun, Wukong, Fuxi, you three take Nuwa and leave quickly. We’ll hold off those Puppets. I, the noble Kirin, can’t believe I’m being besieged by these junior Combat Puppets. Humph."

With that, the Kirin leaped forward, charging toward the swiftly approaching Puppets below.

"Great Saint, take care."

Hun Peng said no more, unfurling his enormous wings and following close behind the Kirin. Initially, after the Yellow Dragon was bisected and the Puppets had escaped, they were once again caught up by the massive bodies of Kirin and Kunpeng plunging downward.

Although the Yellow Dragon was already two hundred meters long, the Kirin was even larger, standing at three hundred meters tall. As for Kunpeng, his wingspan reached five hundred meters with a simple stretch. That was with Kunpeng deliberately shrinking his size; had he revealed his true form, he would likely be too large for even Beyond the Heavens to contain.

So, when Kunpeng spread his wings, he engulfed the Kirin, the Yellow Dragon, and the twenty-four Combat Puppets. Then he continued to fall.

"You two, cough, are you really planning to accompany Old Dragon in death today," queried the Yellow Dragon.

"Who asked you to be so fragile? You got cut in two before you even self-destructed," the Kirin retorted, originally wanting to tease the Yellow Dragon. But those Puppets focused their attacks on one point—in this case, the Kirin himself. So after finishing his sentence, the Kirin spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Luckily, I’m tough-skinned. Kunpeng, go faster, I can’t hold on much longer."

Even with his strong defensive power, the Kirin could not withstand the constant barrage from over twenty Half-step Great Path beings.

Finally, behind Kunpeng’s all-out efforts, the three beings plus the twenty-four Combat Puppets finally left that part of Beyond the Heavens. Then the Yellow Dragon, Kirin, and Kunpeng all self-destructed simultaneously.

In their last moments, their faces revealed a profound unwillingness. Supreme beings of the Demon Clan were relegated to perishing alongside Combat Puppets.

The last thought flashed through their minds, and then a violent explosion erupted! The self-destruction of three half-step Great Path powerhouses was so formidable that it could reduce a smaller Star Sinker to rubble, and not just once.

The twenty-four Combat Puppets at the center of this fierce explosion were unquestionably obliterated into nothingness. Such an intense explosion, let alone a half-step Great Path, even a true Saint of the Great Dao would likely sustain some injuries.

The massive energy fluctuations from the explosion immediately swept through the Beyond the Heavens above. Originally, Beyond the Heavens was a space formed by the indentations of exploding stars, and after this explosion, the entire Beyond the Heavens showed signs of fracturing.

However, at this time, there was no one left in Beyond the Heavens. In the instant that Kirin and Kunpeng lunged out, Puppet Master Hun Kun and Human Emperor Fuxi rapidly ascended with the expressionless Sun Wukong and the severely wounded Nuwa.

Chang’er, Saint Yang Mei, and Patriarch Hongjun also flew upward immediately; they all recognized that the twenty-four Puppet Masters certainly could not escape amidst Kirin and Kunpeng’s encirclement in such a short time, and such would be the fate if Kirin and the others succeeded in their self-destruction.

If one didn’t flee under such circumstances, then they were resigned to a shared grave.

Therefore, when Kirin and the other two self-destructed simultaneously, everyone in Beyond the Heavens had already fled. However, they didn’t go far, stopping instead in a place not reached by the blast, with both factions pausing their movements.

Chang’er’s face was as dark as water as she watched the silent fracturing of Beyond the Heavens below. Both Patriarch Hongjun and Saint Yang Mei frowned in silence.

Sun Wukong and the others also lowered their heads, watching the explosion slowly devouring Beyond the Heavens. Both Hun Kun and Fuxi looked deeply grieved, while Sun Wukong remained silent, head bowed!

"Sun Wukong, you will not escape today. For destroying my Combat Puppet army, all of you must die. Do you know how much effort I put into these twenty-four Puppets? How many resources did I expend to allow them to handle the power of a half-step Great Path? You think that by destroying my Combat Puppet army you can survive today?

Today I will show you what is the Heavenly Dao, what is called the unalterable course of the Heavenly Dao."

Having said that, Chang’er’s face was seething with rage. And on that furious face, Sun Wukong actually saw a trace of evil.

But just as Sun Wukong and the others were about to make their move, they felt a fluctuation in space. Then, Nuwa let out a tragic scream, and all Sun Wukong managed to do was turn his head, only to see Chang’er’s right hand reaching straight into Nuwa’s chest.

In a flash, Sun Wukong was filled with shock. What kind of speed was this? He had not even caught a glimpse of a shadow, and yet she was already by his side.

With a ferocious smile, Chang’er tightly clenched her right hand. Nuwa’s heart burst with a pop, but before her death, she gave Sun Wukong a deep look. And then, Nuwa died!

Two lines of bloody tears streamed down from Sun Wukong’s eyes. That final look from Nuwa before her death conveyed a message to Sun Wukong. But there was no time for him to check; he could only deeply bury that message in his mind.

Another tragic scream followed. Human Emperor Fuxi, who was supporting Nuwa, had his head penetrated by a White Silk Ribbon. Until his death, Fuxi had no chance to speak a single word, but in the last moment of consciousness, his eyes remained on Nuwa, filled with love.

As he watched Fuxi fall, Sun Wukong suddenly felt an immense fear.

"No, no, stop, stop. I’ll give you the Heavenly Stele, I don’t want anything anymore, just stop."

At that moment, Sun Wukong was driven mad. Watching his companions die one by one before him, his heart was driven to madness. He didn’t want anything now, not the World Suppressing Stele, not the Demon Clan, not hope; he wanted nothing at all. He only hoped that no more lives would be lost.

Yet, Chang’er seemed to not hear him speak at all, and with a grab, the head of Puppet Master Hun Kun burst open.

They were all dead, all of them, again, they were all dead. Only he was left; this time he really was the only one left.

In an instant, Sun Wukong was filled with despair. The fear of death and all the negative emotions that had been accumulating within him erupted completely.

Watching Puppet Master Hun Kun slowly fall, seeing the regret and unwillingness in his eyes, Sun Wukong collapsed to the ground, his face blank.

Then, a White Silk Ribbon wound around Sun Wukong’s neck.

"Hand over the World Suppressing Stele, or you’ll die!"

(The third update from silver. No ID language concave-convex classmate did well, but I also did well, haha.)