Looking at the sky full of celestial guards and feeling the pressure they exerted, Zu An finally understood how Sun Wukong in the myth must have felt when he stood against the Celestial Court.1

Gonggong bellowed in fury, “Do you think you’re the only one with troops?”0

He took out a seashell-shaped artifact and blew a melancholic note. Countless shaman warriors charged in from all directions, and there was no lack of renowned shamans among them. In terms of aura, they didn’t pale against the celestial guards.0

Zhulong, on the other hand, wasn’t as reckless as Gonggong. He looked at the celestials in the sky and sneered, “Does Zhuanxu know about this?”0

Emperor Jun calmly replied, “There wouldn’t be so many of us if he didn't know about it.”0

The Shamans were infuriated. Some of them even cursed loudly. How could they not be angry when the Celestial Court’s Fiend races had been...0