No sooner had the voices faded than a flash of colorful light appeared in the sky, slicing through the firmament like a brilliant rainbow. Nezha arrived first, riding his Wind Fire Wheels, which roared and spewed raging flames as if they intended to set the very heavens ablaze. He held his Fire-tipped Spear, its tip glinting with a cold, piercing light, and laughed heartily. "Uncle Jiang, I have arrived!" His laughter was bold and heroic, brimming with fighting spirit. Moments later, Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, and the others appeared. Yang Jian was clad in white, looking elegant and refined, the divine eye on his forehead glowing with mysterious light. Lei Zhenzi had wings upon his back, their feathers shining with a metallic luster. They stood in formation and bowed to Ji Chang with uniform, respectful precision.
At the same time, a few uninvited guests arrived in the Great Shang camp. Grandmaster Wen had hurried over with a group of third-generation Jiejiao disciples. Though he looked travel-worn, his eyes burned with determination. He bowed to Di Xin and said, "Your Majesty, do not fret. My Jiejiao disciples are willing to help Great Shang quell this rebellion!" The four generals of the Mo family looked majestic. Mo Liqing, clad in azure armor, held the Azure Cloud Sword, which radiated a biting chill. Mo Lihong, in red, clutched the Hunyuan Umbrella, its surface covered in mysterious runes that seemed to hold boundless power. Mo Moli, draped in a blue robe, carried a jade-in…
Chapter 195