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"I, Old Sun!" Sun Wukong raised the Ghost-faced Man high, golden light shimmering as if a celestial being had descended.
"Yang Jin!" Lin Qiye immediately recognized his brother's voice. He quickened his pace, running towards the source of the sound.
Sun Wukong followed closely behind, the Ghost-faced Man cutting through the howling wind as it struck towards the Demon Face King.
"Break for me!" With a furious roar, golden light erupted like a volcanic explosion, causing the altar to collapse instantly, and the black mist dissipated along with it.
The Demon Face King let out an enraged roar, waving his hands as dozens of Devil-faced Men surged towards Sun Wukong like a tidal wave.
Lin Qiye also charged out from behind cover, wielding the Black Longsword and slashing down the approaching Devil-faced Men one by one.
The runes on the altar glowed brighter and brighter, a powerful energy wave radiating from its center.
Yang Jin's body began to tremble violently, his face pale as if he were enduring immense pain.
"Now's the time!"
"Break!" Sun Wukong shouted, the Ghost-faced Man shining brilliantly.
The Demon Face King was struck by backlash, letting out a painful wail.
He glared at Sun Wukong with eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Damn monkey! You're ruining my plans!" He summoned countless Devil-faced Men once more, surrounding Sun Wukong and Lin Qiye completely.
Sun Wukong stood firm, unyielding as the Ghost-faced Man's shadow loomed large amidst the cacophony of battle cries.
He maneuvered effortlessly through the Devil-faced Men, swinging the Ghost-faced Man with ferocity. Each strike was accompanied by the screams of the Devil-faced Men.
At times he transformed into a giant ape, wielding immense strength to send Devil-faced Men flying; at other times he shifted his form and soared into the air, his combat style unpredictable and elusive, leaving the Demon Face King unable to defend against him.
The steel frame of the factory collapsed continuously amidst the fierce battle, while the Ghost-faced Man circled in the air, waiting for the right moment to strike.
The power of the Seventy-Two Transformations was fully displayed at that moment, catching the Demon Face King completely off guard as he staggered back repeatedly.
“Ghost-faced Man!” he shouted, and a flash of golden light appeared in his hand, revealing a brilliant golden iron rod. He leaped high into the air, and with immense force, the Ghost-faced Man struck down towards the center of the altar.
“Boom!”
Hearing the sound, the Demon Face King slowly turned his head, revealing a sinister smile. “Just in time; I only need one last step.”
“Sun Wukong!” Lin Qiye shouted as a powerful force erupted from him, instantly shattering the altar.
He sensed a strong and mysterious aura emanating from behind the iron door, belonging to the Demon Face King.
Lin Qiye nodded, gripping his Seraphim Blade tightly with a determined gaze. The two exchanged a glance and charged towards the iron door in unison.
The Demon Face King roared in anger as his ritual was interrupted.
“You're seeking death!” he bellowed, and countless Devil-faced Men surged forth from the darkness.
Sun Wukong remained silent, having already gripped the Ghost-faced Man tightly, his eyes shimmering with golden light.
“Think you can ruin my plans? Not so easily!” The Demon Face King laughed maniacally, waving his hand as the surrounding Devil-faced Men drew their weapons and surrounded Sun Wukong and Lin Qiye.
“Come on then!” Sun Wukong laughed heartily as he wielded the Ghost-faced Man, transforming it into beams of golden light that repelled each Devil-faced Man one by one.
He moved with agility and unpredictability, weaving through the crowd of Devil-faced Men as stones flew and dust swirled. The entire factory resembled a battlefield at the end of days.
“Seventy-Two Transformations!” Sun Wukong shouted, and in an instant, his body transformed into a massive eagle, soaring through the sky.
He dove down, his sharp talons aimed directly at the eyes of the Demon Face King.
The Demon Face King let out a piercing scream as lightning struck him, enveloping him in clouds of black smoke.
Clutching his chest, fear filled his eyes.
He knew he was no match for Sun Wukong. Glancing at the unconscious Yang Jin, a flicker of unwillingness crossed his gaze as a beam of black energy shot toward the Ghost-faced Man.
“Boom!” The golden light collided with Heiguang, producing a deafening explosion that shook the entire Factory.
Lin Qiye joined the fray, wielding the Seraphim Blade and slashing down any approaching devul-faced Man.
The battle was exceptionally fierce, with devul-faced Men continuously emerging, seemingly endless.
Sun Wukong reverted to his human form, golden light flickering in his eyes. He formed seals with his hands and chanted incantations. “Great Heavenly Immortal Art! Forbidden Technique: Heavenly Thunder!” A dazzling golden light descended from above like divine punishment, exuding a chilling aura.
“Let’s do this!” Sun Wukong thought to himself. Lin Qiye showed no signs of backing down either, wielding his Black Longsword with the speed of wind, slicing through any nearby devul-faced Men into pieces.
“What is this?!” The Demon Face King sensed a powerful threat and felt a jolt of alarm.
“Great Might Heavenly Dragon!” Sun Wukong roared as golden light surged upward—“Binding Spell!”
A beam of golden light shot from Sun Wukong's hand, striking the Demon Face King. His body instantly froze, unable to move.
“Now’s our chance!” Sun Wukong shouted.
Lin Qiye seized the opportunity and rushed to Yang Jin's side, cutting the ropes that bound him. The altar collapsed in an instant, and Yang Jin fell from the cross.
The Demon Face King roared in fury, letting out a piercing scream as his body rapidly expanded, transforming into a gigantic monster.
“Damn it! How dare you ruin my plans!” the Demon Face King bellowed, caught off guard by Sun Wukong's transformation and momentarily unable to respond.
Lin Qiye hurried to Yang Jin, checking his injuries.
Yang Jin's face was pale, and his breath was weak, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.
Lin Qiye let out a sigh of relief and looked up at Sun Wukong, his eyes filled with gratitude and astonishment.
The Demon Face King let out a wretched cry as his body turned into a cloud of black mist, disappearing into the night.
Sun Wukong put away the Ghost-faced Man, scratched his head, and grinned. “Heh heh, just a little trick, nothing to worry about.”
He walked over to Lin Qiye and patted him on the shoulder. “It's good that Yang Jin is okay.”
Lin Qiye hoisted Yang Jin onto his back and said firmly, “Let’s go.”
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