Yang Jian’s jade-like body suddenly erupted with twelve beams of blood-red light, as the remnants of the Qingyuan Due Bridge began to reassemble within the chaos. On every bluestone slab of the bridge deck, talismans drawn in the essence blood of the Ancestral Witches began to surface, and the phantom of the Heavenly Pillar, once shattered by Gonggong, solidified at the bridge piers. "Woof!" The turtle shell fragments left behind by the Xiaotian Hound suddenly resonated, assembling into the Hetu-Luoshu formation at the bridgehead, drawing the spiritual energy of the Wutai to surge inward like a tidal wave.
Nezha swept across the bridge deck on his shattered Wind and Fire Wheels, but the debris kicked up by his Fire-Tip Spear transformed into the spirits of the Ancestral Witches. "Watch out, Brother Monkey! This bridge is devouring people!" The red-ribboned youth wrapped his Universal Heaven Ribbon around the spirit of Zhurong, only to have his palms scorched by the "Yuding" mantra etched into the bridge. The moment the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation fully unfolded, the stench of the Evil Corpse of Pangu permeated the ten thousand miles of chaos.
The Evil Corpse thrust its three heads and eight arms out of the void; its rotting left hand gripped half of the Heaven-Opening Axe, while its right arm was entwined with the broken chain of the God-Slaying Spear. Sun Wukong swept his Ruyi Jingu Bang across a thousand zhang, but the blow was blocked by the withered petals of the Chao…
Chapter 390