Chapter 424: Chapter 282: Sound the Retreat

With a flash, he was already at the side of the Immortal, startling the people around him, who didn’t react in time to strike, allowing the Shituo King to swagger back to his own side while gripping the Immortal’s neck.

The Immortal, who had previously spouted arrogant words, now resembled a little chick, being held in Shituo King’s hand, ceaselessly struggling.

The Immortals looked at each other, only then realizing how shameful their previous actions had been, letting someone barge into their midst as if it were an uninhabited land and swagger off with one of their comrades.

"Useless trash!" Nezha could no longer endure it and cursed angrily.

The Immortals, scolded by him, didn’t dare to raise their heads. Nezha knew that these people were useless; the long years had already eroded their courage and will, and now, this group of people were just living off the Peaches, nothing but trash.

He roared, his feet on the Wind Fire Wheels and his hand wielding the Fire-tipped Spear, charging toward the Demon Clan’s camp.

His resolute figure shamed the Immortals. Perhaps it was Nezha’s actions that awakened the courage lying dormant in their hearts, and they too began charging towards the Demon Clan’s position.

The Shituo King forcefully threw the Immortal he was holding to the ground and laughed loudly, "Good, come on!"

Holding a pitch-black Iron Rod, he charged towards Nezha, not the least bit intimidated by this formidable Lord of the Three Tanhai Association known throughout the Three Realms.

"Nezha, don’t be so arrogant. Come, let me meet you in battle."

Nezha, belittling the underheavens, loudly declared, "Great Saint who moves mountains, today we must determine who is superior."

He demonstrated his Divine Skills with three heads and six arms, wielding the Fire-tipped Spear, Heavenly Mixed Silk Ribbon, Qiankun Ring, Treasured Sword, and Golden Brick, his body enshrouded in biting flames, the raging fire raising the temperature of the entire land considerably.

With a fierce momentum, both Shituo King and Peng Demon King were unwilling to show weakness. The intensity of the three swept across Heaven and Earth, forcing nearby monsters and Immortals to avoid them.

The clang of weapons resonated in the sky; each clash creating tempests, with terrifying flames engulfing everything, turning the sky into a sea of blood red.

Nezha, a renowned warrior of the Heavenly Court and Lord of the Three Tanhai Association, didn’t lose ground even when facing the siege of two Great Sages of the Demon Race, instead, he pressed them by utilizing his Great Divine Power with three heads and six arms.

"Bullying too much!" By fighting one against two, Nezha completely enraged the Shituo King, who opened his massive mouth and let out a roar.

A tremendous sound wave emerged from his mouth, forming a terrifying gale that assaulted Nezha.

The wind lifted the flames, momentarily causing the surrounding fire to stall, with a power in the sound that could dizzy and disorient people.

However, Nezha, being the incarnation of a lotus, was utterly fearless of this soul-attacking power.

"Monster! Take my spear!" Nezha burst forth from the flames, targeting the lion’s roar of Shituo King, and struck.

Seeing this, Peng Demon King transformed into a Golden-Winged Dapeng, his sharp claws, frosty cold, tearing at Nezha.

The sound of metal clashing rang out; it was Nezha parrying the Golden-Winged Dapeng’s claws with his Fire-tipped Spear. Even so, he broke into a cold sweat. With the Peng Demon King’s incredible speed, if not for Nezha’s years of combat instincts, those terrifying claws could have pierced two huge holes in him.

The three battled amongst the clouds, terrifying gusts sweeping in all directions, forcing those engaged in the wider battle to retreat.

Both sides were famed warriors of the Three Realms, and now as the fight ensued, neither could claim an advantage over the other. Meanwhile, the surrounding Demon Kings and Star Lords were also fiercely engaged in battle, with each side’s top experts locked in intense combat, leaving no time to pay attention to the struggles between the Heavenly soldiers and the little demons on the ground.

However, due to the miraculous effect of the grenades earlier, the Heavenly Court now found it hard to conceal its falling morale. Even though individuals like Nezha had previously bolstered the spirits of the troops, reversing the tide of such a vast army was virtually impossible.

As time went on, more and more Heavenly soldiers fell, and the Demon Clan’s momentum was unstoppable, overwhelming the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

Seeing this from the camp, Li Jing could only sigh softly and said to the orderly officer beside him, "Sound the retreat!"

Indeed, Li Jing chose to withdraw, for the current situation was almost certainly beyond saving. Any further delay would only result in greater losses.

Though reluctant, Li Jing was remarkably calm, knowing that the opportunity for victory had slipped away.

A crisp sound reached the battlefield, and upon hearing the signal, the fighting Heavenly Soldiers and Generals slowly began to pull back.

Seeing their retreat, the Demon Clan let out excited roars. Some monsters, with eyes red with rage, wanted to give chase but were stopped by their comrades since the enemy wasn’t fleeing in disarray but was methodically withdrawing, and advancing would be akin to courting death.

The jubilant cheers from below quickly drew the attention of everyone high above in the thick of battle. When Nezha saw that his side had sounded the retreat, a flash of anger crossed his face. He let out a furious shout, and fearsome flames swept in all directions, forcing back both the Great Sages of the Demon Race and all Demon Kings.

"We’re leaving!"

All Immortals, relieved, quickly followed Nezha out of the battlefield and headed toward the Heavenly Court camp.

"We have won!" muttered a Demon King as he watched the figures from the Heavenly Court disappear into the distance, his voice still carrying a hint of disbelief.

For many years, the Heavenly Court had been the nightmare of the Demon Clan in Luzhou in the North, with countless monsters captured, either fed to the Peaches or made into slaves. The vast Luzhou in the North had almost become a backyard for the Heavenly Court, with the monsters as their cattle and sheep, periodically culled.

Yet now, faced with the terrifying Heavenly Army, not only had the Demon Clan dared to draw their swords, they also emerged victorious. Something that was once unthinkable had now truly happened before their very eyes.

"Yes, we have won!" The Shituo King too sighed in relief.

After so many years, the day he had been waiting for had finally come. Unlike previous skirmishes, this battle was a true clash of forces, and such a victory held invaluable significance for the Demon Clan.

From this day forth, no one in the Three Realms would dare to look down upon the Demon Clan of Luzhou in the North.

With a sense of exultation, the Shituo King couldn’t help but laugh heartily to the sky, his laughter filled with excitement and joy, spreading out in all directions.

On his way back, Nezha also heard the Shituo King’s hearty laughter, and his expression grew even darker.

He stormed into his own tent and shouted at his father, "Why retreat? Just a little longer and we could have broken through."

Nezha’s face was full of frustration, feeling that they were just one step away from victory.

Li Jing looked seriously at his son and said in a cold voice, "How many times have I told you? A general must be calm and assess the battlefield situation. It seems you haven’t taken it in at all."