Where is the Great Sage?

Where is the true form of the Great Sage?

Even a clone of Monkey Brother can hold the gods in a stalemate for such a long time. Why doesn't the true form come over?

If the true form comes over, this battle might have already ended.

All the Western scum should be suppressed on the land of China. Maybe Bai Qi and Xiaotianquan don't have to die.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!" Xiang Liu chose to self-destruct.

The venom in his body splashed around, and anything it touched turned into concentrated water.

The blood falling on the ground made squeaking sounds, and the generated black smoke was also highly toxic. Large numbers of monsters and werewolves fell to the ground convulsing like wheat.

However, no matter how many people he killed, Xiang Liu couldn't survive.

"You stay here and think for me!"

Pigsy couldn't hold back anymore, he gave up protecting me and joined the battlefield with his rake.

He didn't care about his own mana at all, directly summoning the heavens and the earth. Marshal Tianpeng's reputation was well-deserved, and he made the enemies scamper in fear.

But who knows how long he can hold on.

"Who am I? Who am I really?"

"Second Brother asked me if I feel anything when I see Amaterasu and Apollo? What kind of feeling can I have?"

"Could it be that I have a grudge with both of them? Who has a grudge with Amaterasu and Apollo?"

"Damn, how can I think like this? In my understanding, these two are not on the same level at all."

The only thing they have in common is being sun gods.

Sun? Is it related to the sun?

But in my limited knowledge of mythology, the only one related to the sun is Hou Yi.

And now, the eldest brother is standing at the edge of the battlefield, providing long-range support to his teammates with the Sun Shooting Bow. I can't possibly be Hou Yi.

Chang'e?

No way, I'm a man.

The gods of China can't hold on any longer, they fight and retreat, and can only give the cities to the West.

Fortunately, the goal of the West is invasion, not slaughter. They haven't done anything to ordinary people.

Instead, they help the people rebuild their homes, provide them with food, and have several angels preaching in every place, claiming it's the gospel of the Western gods.

This kind of preaching is even more terrifying than city massacres.

After more than ten years, decades, if the people really accept the Western ideology, China is finished.

Pigsy has beaten more than twenty Western gods but can no longer fight.

He comes back to my side, grabs me, and starts running. His Nine-Toothed Rake is a treasure, even more powerful than the Golden Cudgel, and now two of its spikes are broken.

"I'm telling you, have you remembered yet?"

"Not yet."

"I'll give you one more hour. If you still can't remember, I'll use my ultimate move."

I'm furious: "If you have an ultimate move, why didn't you use it earlier?"

"If I use that move, if you can't remember, both of us will die."