Chapter 474: The Tacit Understanding Between Master and Disciples Needs No Words

To condense enough Dharma Power to fill one Magic Treasure is equivalent to emptying Tang An's Qi Sea once.

If she wants to safely activate ten Great Killing Weapons, she must constantly endure the exhaustion of depleted Dharma Power, then use Immortal Pills to rapidly restore it, repeating the cycle over and over.

"Master," Sun Wukong said, unable to bear it, "if this continues, it will surely damage your foundation."

Tang An's sallow complexion turned deathly pale, "It is only damage to the foundation; it won't kill me."

She scanned the surroundings, "Not good, those Outer Realm Demon Race armies trapped outside the Two-Domain Passage have already sensed the anomaly here."

"There are at least five hundred thousand Demon Soldiers coming, and three Ancestral Demons."

Tang An knew deeply that if her spellcasting were interrupted, she would be unable to destroy the ten Demon Nests.

Either remain hidden and motionless, or kill with a single strike. Once the grass is startled and the snake alerted, the situation and deterrent power she desires will be greatly diminished.

"Remember, delay as much as you can. If the enemy does not move, we do not move. The longer we delay, the better."

"The cultivation of those three Ancestral Demons is far stronger than the Two Sages of the West. Once a battle begins, you three have basically no chance of winning."

It was not that Tang An was boosting others' morale while dampening her own; rather, she knew the gap clearly so she could quickly formulate a response.

"If both sides start fighting, you must adopt the tactics of: when the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy camps, we harass; when the enemy is tired, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue."

"Do not clash head-on; only in this way can we delay until I successfully destroy the ten Demon Nests in one strike!"

Sun Wukong and the others exchanged a glance, then looked at Tang An. "Understood!"

The tacit understanding between them as master and disciples needed no further words.

"But you will have no one to guard you by your side," Nezha said, more worried about Tang An's safety.

"It's fine, I have the Hunyuan Golden Dipper, and at worst, I can still use the World-Extinguishing Black Lotus; self-preservation is guaranteed."

Nezha retied the Armillary Sash onto Tang An's hair, "With it here, I can rest easy."

Even if the Armillary Sash could not compare to the Hunyuan Golden Dipper or the World-Extinguishing Black Lotus, it still counted as a line of defense.

Yang Jian also summoned the Map of Mountains and Rivers, merging it with the Outer Domain to serve as the first layer of defense to protect Tang An and hide her aura.

Even though he knew that as the Magic Treasure charged, it would inevitably be detected by the Ancestral Demons, just as Tang An said, any amount of delay was useful.

Sun Wukong carried the Golden Cudgel in one hand and the RPG-like Magic Treasure in the other.

"Old Sun doesn't like too many cumbersome Magic Treasures. Since they can't defend Master, then I will fight a path out for Master!"

He, Sun Wukong, had never feared a challenge; the stronger the enemy, the more exhilarating the fight.

It was at this very moment that the Outer Realm Demon Race army had surrounded the four of them from the front, back, left, and right.

"Interesting. Mo Tu, did you see? These weak members of the Human Race, who cower under the protection of the Heavenly Dao, actually dare to band together and chase us out into the Outer Domain?"

The speaker, with a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face and a short stature, was an Ancestral Demon with cultivation equivalent to the mid-stage of a Saint. In his eyes, Sun Wukong and the others were merely Half-Saints, whom he could wipe out with a wave of his hand.

Nezha let out a cold snort, imitating Tang An's tone, "You aren't even human. Even if you take on a human form, you still look like a dog in human clothing."

Mo Xian, the first Ancestral Demon to speak, clearly felt the intent to kill upon hearing Nezha's words.

He had attacked the Inner Realm more than once, so he understood some of those sarcastic, insulting remarks.

"You seek death!"

Seeing that Mo Xian was about to strike, Tang An sighed and used the Jade Pendant to transmit her voice, "The essence, Nezha, you must grasp the essence."

"I told you to delay for time, not to provoke him into starting a war."

Yang Jian's dark-bellied nature played a crucial role at this moment.

"Do you dare to make a move?"

His fearless aura truly managed to startle the three Ancestral Demons.

"Our cultivation as three brothers is indeed weaker than yours, but have you not wondered why we would dare to intrude into the Outer Domain knowing our cultivation is insufficient?"

Mo Tu was a burly Ancestral Demon carrying a large axe. The larger his size, the smaller his brain.

"Mo Xian, what he says makes sense."

Mo Xian observed and sensed the surroundings, but did not detect the aura of any other Saints.

"Whatever scheme they are plotting, this is the Outer Domain. Even if those few Saints came, we are undying and indestructible, so what is there to fear?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Tu said, "Hmm, what you say also makes sense."

Yang Jian continued, "Then you can try to make a move. Our Master just collapsed the Two-Domain Passage; she sent the three of us as bait precisely to lock onto the Ancestral Demons of the Outer Domain and clear the Outer Domain battlefield."

"Once you make a move, my Master will immediately sense the crisis of the three of us."

"Ask yourselves, under that destructive explosion just now, would you have survived?"

"Even if you were reborn from death, would you really be unaffected?"

Yang Jian's words, combined with the world-destroying power of the Two-Domain Passage collapse from earlier, truly deterred the other side.

Mo Xian pondered how much truth there was in Yang Jian's words and whether they should really wipe the three of them out.

Meanwhile, Mo Tu observed the surroundings, standing on high alert, fearing that such a destructive explosion would truly land on their heads.

Seeing that they dared not act rashly and remained still, Yang Jian and the others also made no moves.

If the enemy does not move, we do not move; delaying for one second is one second gained.

Tang An, after using Immortal Pills to restore her Dharma Power five times, was gasping for air, drenched in sweat, and extremely weak.

Her Primordial Spirit was nearly withered, her Qi Sea was parched, and she seemed to be reaching her limit.

"Hold on, Tang An. The safety of the Three Realms rests on you; success or failure depends on this one move."

"Hold on."

She shook her head and continued to dissolve a large amount of Immortal Pills, melting them into her Qi Sea.

Because her Qi Sea was parched and cracked, the power of the new Immortal Pills entering felt like salt being rubbed into a wound, eroding her senses with a hundredfold pain that left her body stiff, trembling, and covered in bulging veins.

"Again!"

She knew she was reaching her limit, but isn't a limit meant to be broken?

As long as she refused to admit defeat, as long as she could endure, she would eventually make it through.

She had swallowed so much bitterness already; this remaining bit of pain, even if she couldn't swallow it, she had to!

With the heavy burden upon her, she had no choice.

"Activate again!"

Outside the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

The Ancestral Demon who had remained silent all along, Molu, no longer had the patience to listen to their back-and-forth bickering.

"Do it."

"If that destructive power truly exists, I would also like to face it and give it a try."

In his eyes was a disdain that held no person and no power in any regard.

Of course, he had the confidence to back it up. After all, his cultivation was at the Ancestral Demon Late Stage, an existence equivalent to being able to crush the Two Sages of the West.

Motu nodded in agreement, "Makes sense." He brandished his axe, eager to have a go.