A full twenty thousand Pegasus Heavy Cavalry charged, and all it achieved was to let the gods witness the Monkey King's defiant, heaven-shaking power.
With a single swing of his Golden Staff, he alone stood against the full onslaught of the heavy cavalry army.
The demon army was already retreating from the battlefield. The battered soldiers of the Heavenly River Fleet looked up and saw the Monkey King, who had always been a thorn in their side, howling in the wind—unleashing his spiritual power with reckless abandon.
Wherever the Golden Staff swept, both men and horses were hurled aside, as if a hurricane tore through flesh and bone.
Blood rained down like droplets.
Marshal Silver's wounds flared up again. He braced himself with his sword, covered his mouth, and spat blood that splattered across his palm.
"Marshal... are you alright?"
General Ward hurried over and retrieved a wooden case from his robes. Inside was a golden elixir.
Taking the pill from General Ward, Marshal Silver swallowed it in one gulp, then closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.
After a long moment, he opened his eyes slightly and sighed, "I'm fine."
With that, he turned and tried to rush toward the Monkey King's direction, but was stopped by General Ward.
"Marshal," General Ward urged softly, "You just swallowed the golden elixir. If you force your spiritual power now, it may harm your cultivation."
"Cultivation?" Marshal Silver snorted with laughter, staring at General Ward. "Even if I keep it in perfect condition, could it possibly withstand reincarnation?"
General Ward remained silent.
"This is the final battle." Marshal Silver pressed his lips together and sighed. "For a general, to die on the battlefield is an honor."
His long hair loose, he gently brushed General Ward aside, stepped onto a boulder, gathered his spiritual power, and soared into the air.
General Tyson and General Trent followed close behind.
The Heavenly General Battle Array was reformed with difficulty and began to advance slowly toward the Monkey King.
Outside the cave, Anna Yang glanced back one last time at the mad Monkey King rampaging through flesh and blood.
Once, in Crescent Star Cave, she had tried every means to persuade him to stand with her. Back then, he was simple—he only cared about his sparrow, about cultivating immortality, and even any potential cooperation with Heaven had to be weighed carefully.