The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 112 - 111 Ziya, Hang in There!

Chapter 112: Chapter 111 Ziya, Hang in There!

Nezha ventured far into Chaos, granting the Primordial Immortals a moment of tranquility.

However, there was no such peace in the Mortal Realm, where the Shang and Zhou were fervently at war.

The Asura Clan, notorious for their many flaws, were, however, incredibly fierce in battle; they would even turn on their allies in a fit of rage. This time, the leaders were a pair of Asura brothers named Golden Bed and Golden Eye.

The two served as vanguard leaders for the Asuras, who practiced cultivation in a manner distinct from the Mystic Sect, but both were roughly at the level of Profound Immortals, as third-generation Asuras from the Blood Sea.

The Shang Camp had two major leaders and a thousand Asura troops and various commanders, whereas the Zhou Camp had no third-generation disciples to counter these Asuras; the most outstanding warrior, Yang Jian, had yet to return.

The Asuras were all fierce-looking, with three heads and six arms, capable of spewing poisonous smoke and blood poison. A mere thousand dared to hunt down the Zhou’s 200,000 troops, utterly overwhelming them.

The painstakingly taken Jiepai Pass was lost without a fight, forcing a retreat to Sishui Pass, where the third-generation disciples could not withstand the ferocity of the Asuras.

Even Yang Ren, who relentlessly shouted to fight the Netherworld Demons, almost became unable to fend for himself after being beaten by Golden Eye. The arrogant Lei Zhenzi suffered a similar fate, their armors were badly damaged.

As everyone gathered to discuss countermeasures, a wounded Yang Ren insisted that gathering the other Armor Warriors was essential to defeat the evil Netherworld Demons.

Ji Fa: "..."

Jiang Ziya: "..."

He had made a trip to the Yuxu Palace, but all the Chan Sect Immortals had gone demon hunting with Nezha. He didn’t even meet his master and was sent away by Child Bai He.

His master, Nanji Immortal, who was in the Yuxu Palace for his health, was not going to fight the Netherworld Demons, and as for Yuanshi Tianzun, it was best to wait patiently!

When the uncles return, they’ll surely help. Uncle Ziya, you hold on first!

Jiang Ziya’s trip was wasted, and in the time he left and returned, Jiepai Pass was lost; the Asuras didn’t care about any ceasefire tokens.

What’s that?

Don’t know!

Let’s just fight.

While eating hotpot and singing songs, they captured Jiepai Pass.

However, the Asura’s growing arrogance began to stir up conflict between the humans and Asuras in the Shang Army, giving the West Zhou a moment to breathe.

The Twelve Golden Immortals returned to the Chan Sect and reported to Yuanshi Tianzun. Child Bai He also mentioned the events, but everyone claimed they were injured or were on the verge of enlightenment and planned to enter seclusion.

Ultimately, only the ever-kind Huang Long and the guilt-ridden Yang Jian came due to his master’s death.

Old Jiang was delighted to see the two and, upon learning their state, realized he couldn’t ask for help from the injured; he simply didn’t have that kind of leverage.

Besides, Huang Long had sustained the most severe injuries next to the unfortunate Yu Ding in the Blood Sea incursion, but thanks to the Dragon Clan’s remarkable recovery and the elixirs collected from Nezha, he was almost healed.

Yang Jian’s arm had regrown through elixirs specially crafted for him by the Lord, but it would take time to restore its former prowess.

Nonetheless, having gone through much, Yang Jian was now more mature and ruthless. On the first day, he used every underhanded tactic, killing three Asura Captains and enraging Golden Bed and Golden Eye.

Yet Huang Long blocked them. He couldn’t take down the Asura brothers, but they were unable to do anything to Huang Long, resulting in a grand melee between the three tank-like immortals.

The scene was magnificent; the Asura brothers transformed into giants three feet tall, each with three heads and six arms, wielding iron whips, gears, big blades, and other weapons.

As an Immortal of the Chan Sect, revealing his true Yellow Dragon form was quite disgraceful, but to stop these Asuras, Huang Long had no choice but to transform into a giant over ten feet tall to hold them off.

The battle was heated, the Asura’s cultivation was lower, but the brothers coordinated well. Huang Long’s cultivation was higher, but he lacked the damage to inflict a fatal wound after fighting for an eternity.

Seizing another opportunity, Yang Jian killed an Asura in the Immortal Realm. Seeing no way to deal with Yang Jian, the Asuras vented their fury on the soldiers of Zhou Country.

The Asuras, once enraged, fought like madmen, showing no fear of death, each skilled in martial arts with strong bodies, unconcerned about the karmic consequences of killing mortals. Yang Jian’s killing efficiency wasn’t high, but the survival rate among the Zhou Army plummeted.

An Asura would grab a Zhou Soldier, spin it around, and then hurl it into the densest crowd of people.

Splat!

Words couldn’t describe it; there was just a field of blood and mud.

Allies? What allies? I have no allies! Just kill!

The Zhou Army was terrified, and the Shang Army wasn’t any better.

Jiang Ziya instantly knew this was a disaster. If the battle went on, West Zhou would be finished. He quickly sounded the retreat, but thanks to the impossible frontlines, they managed to hold Sishui Pass with the help of Huang Long and Yang Jian.

Though holding it was possible, the morale had already begun to crumble. The army had suffered significant losses, and the death was so gruesome that rumors spread that the Shang Army had the help of Demon Gods, making most soldiers unwilling to fight anymore.

Ji Fa had no choice but to return to the rear and levy more troops. Prime Minister, you hold on first!

Jiang Ziya: "..."

Hold on, they all tell me to hold on, hold on for what?

Why does it feel like all my teammates are tricking me?

The Chan Sect disciples were also being hammered without reprieve; even if the Asura’s martial arts were superior, they had a significant advantage with magical treasures, but couldn’t withstand the overwhelming numbers of fearless opponents.

A moment of inattention.

Oh no, I’m surrounded by Asuras.

A few weaker cultivators had already been beaten into mincemeat, with some unlucky ones outright being eaten.

The Asuras claimed that "products of the Chan Sect are surely premium, delicious!"

Even the ever-arrogant Huang Tianhua was frightened by the Asura’s looks, treating him as food. Maybe I should just go back to find my father; Nantang isn’t so bad after all.

Meanwhile, ever since Shen Gongbao had enlisted the Asura Clan, things were going swimmingly for him. Wen Zhong was unaware of the situation with the Asuras, and the frontline reports were completely blockaded by Shen Gongbao, who attributed the sacrifices to casualties.

Wen Zhong received the battle reports, and although he found the casualties high, they did achieve results, so he had no suspicions and fully supported the state.

Shen Gongbao grew bolder, and as the Asura Army faced setbacks, he communicated with Bodhisattva through special contacts.

He used large quantities of blood food and souls as a bargain for even greater Asura support.

Bodhisattva believed he had excellently fulfilled Ancestor of Nether River’s task, not caring about the lives of his kin.

The Ancestor of Nether River, having a wealth of experimental materials, was even less concerned, but after the Mystic Sect disciples’ demon-slaying event, he was still somewhat fearful and sternly warned Bodhisattva to be cautious and not too arrogant.

Outwardly agreeing, Bodhisattva, however, kept his true thoughts to himself, knowing he needed blood food for cultivation.

After all, the Human Clan, the lord of all spirits, was indeed a valuable resource.