Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 332 - 280 Repeated Appearances and Battle Formations

"Could this sentence allow to wield the Laws of Misfortune so silently?" Shen Gongbao couldn’t help but feel astonished in his heart.

It was not an unfounded guess, for in the recent battles, the treasures of Kun Peng had malfunctioned once, the divine flas emitted by Yuan Feng had been extinguished twice, and the myriad incarnations of the Mosquito Taoist had inexplicably lost their way thrice.

The situation on the battlefield seed to confirm his suspicion; many of the battling Demon Gods had also encountered unexpected circumstances.

Zhou Kao looked at Shen Gongbao with a puzzled expression, but the latter’s honest and straightforward appearance once again dispelled so of his doubts.

He was aware of the power of Misfortune, but from beginning to end, he had not noticed Shen Gongbao casting the Laws of Misfortune on any of the formidable opponents from Tianzhu.

The current situation did not afford him the opportunity to ponder further, as he saw the Han king, Liu Xiu, on the other side, ordering the Han army to launch a general attack.

Zhu Geliang, holding a Feather Fan, commanded from a high position, "The Eight Trigrams Formation!"

Millions of Han soldiers, with Lu Bu, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Dian Wei, Xu Chu, Sun Ce, and other Martial Artists at the core, ford nurous grand formations.

Countless streams of Qi-Blood converged, condensing into towering Qi and Blood Dharma Bodies in the shape of the Eight Trigrams, striding across the sky with the montum of a rainbow, marching towards the Tianzhu army.

Witnessing this formidable display, Zhou Kao’s expression turned extrely solemn. With a grand gesture, he directed countless soldiers, demon troops, and monster troops of the Tianzhu side to charge.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Soon, the massive torrents of soldiers from both sides collided.

Compared to the Han, the Tianzhu army, though backed by human fortunes and with fewer and less experienced Martial Artists, had the advantage of gathering a large number of monster and demon troops, and had more Great Path saints.

That’s why the battle between the two sides was particularly fierce from the start.

In no ti, the blood had dyed the land in front of Hidden Mist Mountain red, with a dense fog of blood lingering in the air.

Demon King Pishacha’s face contorted fiercely as he charged forward with tens of thousands of demon soldiers alongside Mahabrahma and Kamadeva.

On the other side, the Abyss King, Sorrow King, and Execution King of the Asura race led many Asura warriors into battle against them.

The clash of six Quasi-Saints and over a hundred thousand Heavenly Immortals among the demon soldiers and Asura warriors was no less intense than the commotion caused by Yun Zhongzi and the others.

Countless black clouds and miasmas of blood surged, creating gigantic tornadoes that seed to tear the heavens and the earth apart.

Apart from the fierce clash of armies, virtually all the powerful fighters from both the Han and Tianzhu had joined the fray.

Ancestral Dragon roared, leading the nurous dragons of the Western and Southern Seas into an aerial assault.

But Ao Lie did not fear him; bolstered by the fortunes of the Great Han, his strength soared to the late stages of Quasi-Saint, and he led many dragons to battle against the Ancestral Dragon in the sky.

Primordial Qilin was intercepted by Nine Spirit Yuansheng, unable to understand why this nine-headed lion could withstand his attacks.

Other divine beasts, like the Four Dissimilar and Kun Peng, encountered formidable opponents such as the Bull Demon King, Yang Jian, and Ne Zha.

The powerful beings on both sides had their adversaries, but the ultimate victory still depended on the confrontation of the armies.

Thanks to the addition of the monster and demon troops, the Tianzhu army had initially achieved so impressive feats, but as the battle progressed, they gradually fell into disarray.

As the saying goes, ’when the army collapses, it is like a landslide,’ and even with the blessing of Tianzhu’s fortunes, the soldiers from western kingdoms lost their will to fight, scattering their armor and discarding their weapons.

It was evident to everyone that if the Han army erged entirely victorious, Tianzhu would be dood even if they won on the level of the powerful fighters.

Moreover, at that mont, Tianzhu was not gaining the upper hand in the battle of the mighty.

Dong!

Suddenly, a dull bell tolled.

Countless streams of golden light flew from the direction of Mount Ling, forming a path that seed to reach directly into the battlefield, as countless Buddhist monks bathed in the Buddha light descended, joining the war.

Leading them were four Bodhisattvas: Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Mahasthamaprapta, and Sudhana, followed by nurous Arhats, Vajrapani, Kalan, and revealing gods from the Buddha Sect.