In the darkness of night, Miles Moon soared high above, gliding through the sky.
This should be the place... Ah, it took so much effort to sneak a peek at Uncle Samson's location from the soul token.
He quietly wiped the sweat from his brow, then plunged into the thick clouds below.
When the mist finally cleared, what appeared before his eyes was a scene straight out of a battlefield!
The earth had become a sea of blood. Countless demons roared, their cries shaking the heavens, while discarded flames burned silently in the raging night.
Miles Moon widened his eyes, finally seeing the person at the center of the encirclement.
"Uncle Samson...? What is going on here?" He clutched the magical artifact hidden in his sleeve, shocked.
The demons before him had twisted expressions, their hearts filled with endless terror, yet they still roared and hurled themselves recklessly at the Monkey King.
This was their chance—their only hope of survival. If only they could make it into the city...
At this moment, the scene could only be described as a meat grinder!
Most of these demons were only at the Nascent Soul stage, so destitute they didn’t even possess a single magical artifact.
Even the rare demon at the Spirit Refining stage didn’t know any spells.
For them, their only weapon was their bodies—the raw strength of the demon race. They had no effective way to counter the Monkey King, but they pressed on stubbornly, charging forward for that elusive, fragile hope of survival.
In this world, they had always been the ones living on the edge, so insignificant they could be ignored. Their lives were so cheap, they were traded away without a second thought.
In the torrent of demons, the Monkey King had become a true beast—howling, charging left and right, swinging the Cloudwalker Staff to send demon after demon flying!
The pile of corpses beneath his feet grew ever higher.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
A barrage of piercing sounds—vulture sharpshooters unleashed dozens of arrows, all screaming toward the Monkey King!
He grabbed a nearby demon, hoisting it up as a shield. In an instant, the demon was turned into a pincushion.
All around the Monkey King, three or five demons were struck down by arrows, their companions scattering in terror.