Chapter 1345: Chapter 587: Xuanzang Possesses Cultivation

Hearing Xuanzang’s words, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie finally shifted their gazes slowly forward.

What entered their sight was an ancient, simple stone stele. Three large characters were carved upon it: "Yellow Wind Ridge."

They lifted their eyes to look; that stone stele seemed like a sharp dividing line. On this side, lush green grass and scattered oases, full of vitality; ahead, however, was a vast, boundless expanse of yellow sand, with no end in sight.

"Such heavy Demon Qi." Sun Wukong’s brows knit tightly, his voice low.

"And there’s a lot of resentment too." Zhu Bajie added.

"This place is strange, there’s definitely a Great Demon." Sun Wukong’s tone was firm, a wary edge in his voice.

"Brother Monkey, with you here, what’s there to be afraid of?"

Zhu Bajie grinned, showing a foolish smile, and said carelessly, "Just charge in."

He trusted Sun Wukong’s Strength implicitly. After all, he himself was a Taiyi Peak powerhouse, yet was subdued by Sun Wukong in a single move. That kind of Strength made Zhu Bajie submit from the bottom of his heart.

"Yeah, Master."

Sun Wukong picked up the thread, lofty and bold: "Let’s just go straight through."

"Whatever Great Demon it is, once I, Old Sun, bring my staff down, I’ll turn him to dust!"

As he spoke.

Sun Wukong sliced an imaginary blow in midair, as if that Great Demon had already been ground to powder beneath his Jingu Bang.

Hearing this, Xuanzang nodded slightly, expression calm: "Then let’s go."

Xuanzang was no longer that hesitant Tang Seng from the original Journey to the West. Now he was the Qin Monk, Xuanzang of Qin—decisive and swift, never dragging things out.

The master and disciples then stepped over the boundary stele of Yellow Wind Ridge, entering this mysterious and dangerous region.

At the very instant they stepped into Yellow Wind Ridge, a sudden change erupted!

The previously calm desert was, in a flash, whipped into raging winds. Yellow sand billowed, forming a terrifying storm that blotted out the sky and sun, surging toward Xuanzang and his disciples like a collapsing mountain and overflowing sea.

Wherever the storm passed, sand and stones flew, heaven and earth lost their color, as if it meant to swallow all things in the world.

"Such heavy Demon Qi."

Sun Wukong stared at the sky-filling yellow sand, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes as he sneered: "So you really couldn’t hold back anymore."

In his laughter, Sun Wukong was full of disdain and confidence, as if the storm before him was nothing but a trivial little trick.

Immediately, Sun Wukong waved his hand, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang appeared in his grasp in an instant.

Without any flashy moves, he simply leapt high and slammed the staff down toward that terrifying storm.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar rang out, as if heaven and earth trembled.

A vast, majestic force exploded forth at once. That yellow-sand storm that had blotted out the sky and sun, under this single strike, shattered like foam, bursting apart and dispersing into drifting yellow sand.

In an instant, the entire Void was filled with yellow sand; everywhere the eye could see was murky yellow.

Yet the crisis did not end there.

"You lot, seize the Qin Monk—go!"

A low, sharp shout rang out, shattering the brief silence.

In that moment.

The sky-filling Void suddenly flared with hundreds of thousands of streams of Demon Qi.

Countless Demons surged in like a tidal wave, crazily charging toward Xuanzang and his disciples.

These Demons came in all shapes and forms—some with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks, some with green faces and fanged jaws—each baring claws and teeth, unleashing chilling howls that made one’s hair stand on end.

"They’re even using human-wave tactics."

Seeing this, Zhu Bajie couldn’t help but grin, a hint of mockery in his smile: "What a joke."

In his view, though these Little Demons were numerous, their Strength was negligible, far from enough to pose any real threat to them.

"Idiot, keep an eye on Master, I’ll handle these Demons."

Sun Wukong turned and instructed Zhu Bajie, excitement gleaming in his eyes, as if he were facing not a horde of vicious Demons but an entertaining game.

"Got it!" Zhu Bajie answered at once, his voice loud.

He gripped the Nine-toothed Nail Rake with both hands, strode to Xuanzang’s side, held the rake crosswise as a guard by Xuanzang, his gaze firm and constantly alert to the surroundings.

Sun Wukong, meanwhile, flickered forward, charging at the Demon horde like a streak of golden lightning, a terrifying aura erupting from him that warped the very air wherever he passed.

"Die, all of you, for Old Sun!"

Sun Wukong roared, his voice resounding through Yun Xiao.

He raised the Jingu Bang high and smashed it down toward the ground.

This strike carried the power to destroy heaven and earth; the surrounding Void seemed unable to withstand the pressure, emitting cracking sounds like glass about to shatter.

A rapid series of "bang bang bang" explosions rang out; the Little Demons charging in were given no chance to resist under this overwhelming force.

They were blasted apart like fragile ants, bodies bursting as blood and flesh sprayed through the air.

In an instant, the entire Yellow Sand Land was dyed red with blood. All over the ground lay corpses of Demons with rat heads, the scene gruesome and horrific.

At this moment.

While Sun Wukong was focused on slaughtering the Little Demons, a greedy, eerie voice suddenly sounded by Zhu Bajie’s ear: "The Qin Monk’s flesh is mine."

Right after, a sinister wave of yellow sand, like an invisible venomous snake, silently swept toward Zhu Bajie.

This yellow sand was filled with a nauseating stench, as if it carried endless grudges and malice.

Zhu Bajie’s heart lurched; instinctively he mobilized all his Mana at once, forming a solid Shield around his body, attempting to resist the invasion of this strange yellow sand.

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