The entire scene seemed to freeze in that instant. Erica and the other two girls were filled with surprise and astonishment, while Sun Wukong roared with anger...
Although the Deep Sand God's [Demonic Cold Divine Ice] authority could reflect magical, divine, and physical attacks, the King's Sword was a weapon forged from the source power of several worlds that Sora had conquered, far surpassing the so-called divine artifacts of this world. Although most of its power was currently sealed, in terms of sharpness alone, it was incomparable to any other weapon in this world!
Moreover, Sora's strength was already higher than the Deep Sand God's. And this was a sneak attack that caught the Deep Sand God off guard and forced him into a hasty defense. If he still couldn't break through a mere piece of ice, then Sora would have truly lived his life in vain!
Having succeeded in one strike, Sora stopped fleeing and hovered in the air, flapping his wind wings.
"King!"
"My King!"
Finally coming to their senses, Erica, Liliana, and Ena flew to Sora's side, their faces filled with joyful excitement.
"Erica, Liliana, Ena, are you all okay?"
Nodding to the three girls, Sora gently set down the partially recovered Athena and asked with concern.
Seeing the three girls' disheveled state, Sora's heart ached. Seeing his women being bullied by others naturally angered him, which was why he had unhesitatingly attacked the Deep Sand God just now, as a small act of revenge and release.
"I'm sorry, my King, we..."
Shaking their heads, the girls all looked ashamed. If Sora hadn't suddenly appeared to save them, they might not have been able to hold on for much longer.
Gently stroking the girls' foreheads, Sora didn't offer any words of comfort.
Whether it was divine power, authority, or a powerful physique, it was fundamentally unfair for the three girls to fight against gods. No matter how outstanding they were, how could the dimensional gap be so easily overcome!
The reason Sora repeatedly had his three knight girls fight against gods and demon kings was because he had high expectations for them and wanted to properly train and temper them.
It could be said that with Erica, Liliana, and Ena's current strength, they were already unrivaled among humans!
Without saying anything more, Sora, Athena, and the three girls all turned their gazes to where the Deep Sand God had been.
Although he had been shattered by Sora's strike, it seemed he hadn't been killed. A swirling mass of black ghostly energy, exuding an endless, sinister, and cold feeling, was where the Deep Sand God had been.
This must be another one of the Deep Sand God's authorities. Sora didn't pay it much mind; these gods had far too many strange and bizarre powers.
"Junior Brother Sha!!!"
The bond between the martial brothers seemed to be quite deep. Sun Wukong also rushed over, shouting with great sorrow and worry.
Under the watchful eyes of Sora, Sun Wukong, Athena, and Erica's group, the black ghostly energy gradually gathered and solidified, and the figure of the Deep Sand God appeared once more.
[Ghostly Asura], the authority the Deep Sand God possessed as a god of evil ghosts before becoming the Curtain-Lifting General of the Heavenly Palace and an emissary of Buddhism. It allowed him to turn his body into ghostly energy, which could be used for both offense and defense. In dark environments, it could also be used for concealment, making it a very powerful authority.
Of course, although he had activated [Ghostly Asura] at the last moment to escape Sora's fatal blow, the Deep Sand God was still severely injured. His aura was weak, and a trace of crimson blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Brother, don't worry, I'm fine."
The Deep Sand God was quite tough. He wiped the blood from his mouth and cupped his fist towards Sun Wukong, but his eyes, when he looked at Sora, were filled with endless hatred and fury.
Sensing that the Deep Sand God had nearly lost half his life, the hot-tempered Sun Wukong was anything but relieved. He immediately roared with anger.
"Yaaaargh... I'm so angry!"
"Shameless brat, take a taste of Old Sun's staff!!!"
With towering rage, Sun Wukong leaped up without a second thought. The divine artifact in his hand, the Golden-Hooped Rod, continuously extended and grew larger, then smashed down towards Sora with the unstoppable force of Mount Tai.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Sora raised his longsword horizontally to block.
Clang!!! Boom!!!
Because the power of the two was too immense, a huge and ear-piercing clash of weapons rang out, and at the same time, a scorching wave of fire spread across the sky.
"Hmph, Sun Wukong, do you really think I'm afraid of you? If you have the guts, then follow me. Let's fight for three hundred thousand rounds!"
With a cold snort and a sarcastic, disdainful smile, Sora said to Sun Wukong.
Giving a look to Athena and the three girls, Sora once again activated the divine speed of the [Phoenix]. Flapping the wind wings on his back, he transformed into a fiery red stream of light and shot towards the high sky.
The monkey's head was very clever. He naturally understood that this cunning brat wanted to lure him away. Although he wanted to immediately chase after him, looking at the severely injured Deep Sand God, Sun Wukong couldn't help but hesitate.
"Senior Brother, you can go without worry. Leave these women to your junior brother!"
Knowing that Sun Wukong was concerned about him, the Deep Sand God was moved. He brandished his Sun and Moon Golden Steel Shovel and said to Sun Wukong.
Although he said that, the Deep Sand God actually had his own little plan. He couldn't defeat that God-Slayer himself, so he had to let his senior brother avenge him.
As for himself, hmph, looking at Athena and the three girls, a bloodthirsty and cruel arc formed on the Deep Sand God's lips...
After weighing the situation, Athena was powerful, but she had been beaten to a pulp by him and had less than a tenth of her power left. As for the other three human girls, Sun Wukong directly ignored them.
Although Junior Brother Sha had also been seriously injured by that shameless brat's sneak attack, he was more than enough to deal with these women. There was nothing to worry about.
"Junior Brother Sha, be careful. Old Sun is off!"
No longer hesitating, Sun Wukong said to the Deep Sand God, then transformed into a golden stream of light and chased after Sora.
"Women, I will use your blood to make that God-Slayer pay for everything he has done!"
Countless streams of sinister, cold, ghostly energy erupted from his body. At this moment, the Deep Sand God had completely forgotten his second brother Zhu Ganglie's order to capture these women alive. His heart was filled with raging fire, and he only wanted to kill them all...
...
Clang! Clang clang!! Boom boom boom!!!
On the other side of Nikko City, the giant Zhu Ganglie had been caught by the Cult Leader, and the two had landed on the ground, once again engaged in a fierce battle.
The silver rake and the golden spear clashed again and again with incredible force. Broken walls, shattered mountains and rivers, everything around them was destroyed in their battle.
As a legendary god, Zhu Ganglie's strength was undeniable. It was just his bad luck to have run into the Cult Leader. In addition to the authorities she had gained after slaying gods, the Cult Leader's Taoist arts were at their peak, and her martial arts were unparalleled in the world.
At first, Zhu Ganglie was able to maintain a stalemate, but as time went on, he was forced back by the Cult Leader and was beginning to struggle.
Rip...
Seizing another opening from Zhu Ganglie, a sharp glint flashed in the Cult Leader's beautiful eyes, and a bloodthirsty arc formed on her lips. She controlled the Vajra giant to thrust its spear without hesitation.
Squelch... Rumble...
Unable to dodge, with the sound of a watermelon bursting, one of Zhu Ganglie's large pig heads was pierced and exploded by the spear.
"Ah!!!"
With an incredibly tragic scream, Zhu Ganglie continuously retreated. Of his original three large pig heads, only the middle one remained. Blood was seeping from both sides of his neck.
"It hurts Old Pig to death! Beauty, can't you be a little gentler with Old Pig?"
Shaking his neck, the wounds on both sides quickly healed, as if they had never been there. Zhu Ganglie grimaced in pain, looking at the Cult Leader with eyes full of endless "grievance."
Disgusted by Zhu Ganglie's whiny voice and resentful gaze, Luo Hao's disgust for him grew even stronger.
Gentle? Hmph, in this world, no one besides her husband was worthy of her, Luo Hao's, gentleness!
"Zhu Ganglie, after this palace slaughters you, let's see how you can still run your mouth!"
Her body brimming with killing intent, the Cult Leader now only wanted to annihilate this disgusting dead pig.
Putting away his lecherous pig-like expression, Zhu Ganglie's eyes narrowed, and a grave expression appeared on his face.
This is not good. If this continues, not only will I fail to win the beauty, but I might even lose my own life. That would be a disaster!
Seemingly having made a decision, Zhu Ganglie no longer hesitated. His divine power surged, and he activated his other authority besides the [Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Divine Curse].
"Hahaha... Beauty, you should just submit to Old Pig. Old Pig is the Marshal of the Canopy of the Heavenly Palace, in charge of a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals. How majestic in the three realms! You won't lose out by following Old Pig!"
Once again resuming his lecherous pig-like demeanor, Zhu Ganglie laughed loudly at the Cult Leader.
Her beautiful eyes widened, and she laughed in extreme anger. Without a second thought, the Cult Leader was about to reward this lecherous and shameless dead pig with a spear thrust.
However, suddenly sensing something, the Cult Leader abruptly stopped. She raised her head to look at the sky, her face filled with astonishment.
Hundreds of streams of light, like a meteor shower, entered the Cult Leader's eyes.
But those streams of light were not a real meteor shower. They were hundreds of heavenly soldiers and generals, holding spears and wearing armor...