Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

As the guardian deities that Zhang Zhiwei summoned with such a grand altar ceremony and by blessing two sect-protecting divine artifacts, the strength of the Thirty-Six Generals of the Thunder Department is self-evident.

Any one of them, if taken out individually, would be capable of commanding an army and suppressing evil spirits in a region.

Not to mention that all thirty-six generals have gathered at this moment, and the so-called "Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts" is simply a laughable joke in their eyes.

They were just worried that if these ghosts sensed something was wrong and scattered in all directions, it would be quite troublesome to deal with them.

Unexpectedly, instead of surrendering, the other side dared to launch an attack.
He is simply asking for death!
In an instant, among the thunder generals, the three-eyed, majestic Emperor Huaguang, Marshal Ma, was the first to launch an attack.

"Let me show you that Lord Horse has three eyes!"

Marshal Ma pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air. A pure bolt of lightning instantly formed, sweeping out like a raging dragon and blasting a large group of demons and ghosts into ashes.

At this moment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heavy footsteps sounded like drumbeats striking the earth.

The bear general, covered in black fur and wielding a huge iron staff, strode forward, bringing with it gusts of demonic wind.

As a capable lieutenant of Oda Nobunaga, this bear general was naturally far superior to those easily defeated fodder. With his bulging muscles, he brandished his massive staff and charged towards Marshal Ma.

Meanwhile, on the other side, among the hundred ghosts, the giant wheel-shaped creature with a human face, burning with flames, named "Wheel of the Way," opened its mouth and spat out a crimson flame, its target being Zhang Yuanbo, the "Swift Response" Marshal Zhang, in the Thunder General Formation.

"Unbelievable!"

Seeing this, Marshal Zhang snorted coldly, raised his hand, and a thick bolt of lightning swept out, instantly piercing through the crimson flames. Then, with its remaining power, it struck "Wheel Path," extinguishing the flames around it and turning everything inside into ashes.

Meanwhile, on another battlefield, Mad Bone, whose body was composed of countless skulls, attempted to attack Wang Lingguan, the marshal who was wreaking havoc.

But Marshal Wang lashed the skeleton with his whip, causing it to collapse and vanish into nothingness.

"Who...who are these guys?" The ox-demon of the Hundred Demons roared in shock and anger.

Its response was a thunderous strike from Lei Jiang.

"Evil and heretical doctrines dare to spout nonsense here!"

Wang Lingguan roared angrily, and with a flick of his long whip, a solid bolt of lightning shot out, lashing the bull demon and several of its lesser demons into nothingness.

Just then, the bear-like general wielding the iron staff roared and charged towards Marshal Ma.

Its entire body was shrouded in a dark, demonic aura as it strode forward, its enormous body resembling a moving mountain, exuding an oppressive aura.

It brandished its staff, creating a foul gust of wind, and smashed it hard against Marshal Ma's head.

However, Emperor Huaguang, Marshal Ma, merely glanced at it coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Even a grain of rice can shine?"

He didn't even bother to dodge; he simply made a lightning spell.

hum!
A sharp, piercing clap of thunder rang out.

A bolt of lightning, more solid and dazzling than before, shot out from Marshal Ma's fingertip as if it were alive.

The lightning was no longer a scattered electric grid, but condensed into a beam of incomparably sharp thunder spear!

Immediately afterwards, the Thunder Spear burst forth, piercing straight through the body of the Bear General.

The bear's charge suddenly halted, its ferocity quickly turning to terror. Its towering, powerful body trembled violently amidst the crackling lightning, letting out a mournful howl before turning and fleeing.

But it was too late; its body was exploding inch by inch, dissipating as it ran.

Start with the skin and fur, then move on to the flesh and blood...

It hadn't run two steps before it turned into a charred skeleton. Then, after staggering a couple of times, the skeleton dissipated, turning into a gust of black wind and disappearing into the world.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Marshal Ma, with his three eyes, never once glanced at it again.

Just as he struck down the bear general, a swift black shadow appeared silently behind and above him.

It is the Guhuoniao, which has the head of a beautiful woman and the body of a bird.

With a swift, whistling sound, its sharp claws slashed down diagonally toward Marshal Ma's nape.

However, even faster than its claws was Marshal Ma's counterattack.

Marshal Ma didn't even turn around; he simply slapped out a palm strike with his backhand.

boom!
With a muffled thud, the lightning bolt struck the Guhuoniao's body precisely. The Guhuoniao's body exploded on the spot, utterly and irrevocably dead.

But then, another rapidly spinning whirlwind came hurtling in.

The whirlwind carried wisps of blade light, and as it spun, it emitted a violent, low metallic clang, as if thousands of invisible blades were crisscrossing and swirling within it, trying to completely shred Marshal Ma!
Marshal Ma simply glanced at it.

Lightning shot out from the third eye on his forehead.

There were no earth-shattering noises, nor any dazzling or spectacular commotion.

Wherever the lightning struck, the eerie whirlwind instantly dissipated, like ice and snow exposed to sunlight.

Immediately, the whirlwind revealed its true form, which turned out to be a Kamaitachi, a wind demon from Japanese legend.

It can transform into a whirlwind, ignoring all kinds of attacks, but under the third eye of the Horse King, it has nowhere to hide. With just one glance, it is reduced to its original form and then vanishes into nothingness.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Soldiers were not idle either. Under Zhang Zhiwei's orders, they quickly withdrew from the battle and began to do their utmost to rescue the ordinary people around them.

They transformed into streaks of white light, weaving between collapsed buildings and burning ruins.

They carried the survivors who were paralyzed with fear on their shoulders, and shielded the women and children who were crying in the corners behind them, quickly taking them away from the battlefield that had become a living hell.

In a dark, damp basement, a little boy huddled in a corner, trembling like a mouse, his eyes filled with fear and despair. The sounds of fighting and howling outside were driving him to the brink of collapse.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the basement door was violently broken open.

The little boy screamed in terror, thinking that a demon had come to visit.

However, what entered was a tall figure radiating white light. Although the figure's face was extremely fierce, for some reason, he felt no fear at all. Instead, he felt a sudden sense of relief, as if he had finally been saved.

That day, Ding strode up to the little boy, stretched out a large hand, tucked him under his arm, and took him away from there.

……

...Black mist enveloped the battlefield. Although the demons suffered heavy casualties, they still fearlessly surrounded the Thunder Generals under the oppressive power of Oda Nobunaga's demonic aura.

In an instant, countless weapons and magical artifacts, mixed with sorcery and ghost fire, swirled wildly around the Thunder Generals.

Thunder rumbled in the wind, gloomy clouds hung heavy, and a thick, eerie wind blew so hard one couldn't open their eyes.

While these divine generals were clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers, the other lightning generals had already set their sights on Oda Nobunaga and began to attack him.

"The Sixth Demon King?"

Xin Tianjun sneered, his silver teeth bared, his face fierce, and his eyes filled with contempt: "You, a mere Japanese brat, dare to call yourself the Demon King?"

Beside him, Liu Tianjun, with his ancient and weathered face, also sneered, "He really hasn't taken a good look at himself in the mirror! A frog at the bottom of a well, daring to peer into the vastness of the sky?"

"You mere little demon, how dare you provoke me! You're shameless and ignorant of your own limitations! I'll kill you!" another demon, Pang Tianjun, wielding a golden wheel, shouted.

Oda Nobunaga, captivated by the Yata no Kagami, appeared dazed and confused, repeatedly uttering only the phrase "I am the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven" in response to these words.

Seeing this, the lightning generals stopped talking and attacked simultaneously, transforming into several bolts of lightning of different colors, fiercely assaulting Oda Nobunaga.

They did not manifest a massive physique like Oda Nobunaga, but the strength of a fighter is never determined by size.

Oda Nobunaga roared and brandished the demonic soldiers on his six arms, unleashing raging demonic fire in an attempt to contend with the Thunder Generals.

However, in the face of the overwhelming might of Heaven, all demonic methods seemed so pale and powerless.

Xin Tianjun's palm lightning was like divine punishment descending upon the world. Each time it struck, it blasted a huge hole in Oda Nobunaga's demonic body.

Liu Tianjun's lightning shattered all the tentacles behind it.

The golden wheel in Pang Tianjun's hand transformed into a death disc, severing one of Oda Nobunaga's arms with each spin.

In just a few breaths, the once majestic and arrogant Sixth Heaven Demon King had all his tentacles, legs, and six arms severed, turning him into a human pig, only able to raise his head and open his mouth in helpless rage.

"I am the Sixth Demon King! I am immortal!"

"You die right now!!"

Xin Tianjun snorted coldly and slammed his palm heavily into Oda Nobunaga's chest.

A massive storm of lightning instantly emanated from Oda Nobunaga's body, growing ever stronger.

The sheer scale of it was completely incomparable to the thunder magic previously unleashed by the Heavenly Soldiers.

The blinding lightning completely enveloped Oda Nobunaga's demonic body. His massive body rapidly evaporated in the lightning, and then he exploded violently!

"Boom!!"

The terrifying explosion unleashed a massive shockwave, carrying thick black smoke that spread wildly in all directions.

These black wisps contained Oda Nobunaga's most vicious resentment before his death.

Wherever it passed, the land instantly hardened, the vegetation withered in an instant, and even the hard rocks turned into an eerie black.

The entire long street was completely stained with a deathly silence.

With the complete defeat and death of Oda Nobunaga, who was known as the "Sixth Heaven Demon King," the grand Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, initiated by the Shinto Grand Priest, came to a complete end.

The remaining little demons and ghosts could no longer cause any trouble. Faced with the thirty-six imposing Thunder Gods, they could no longer muster the slightest thought of resistance and began to scream as they fled frantically in all directions.

Unfortunately, the Thunder Generals were not about to let them go.
A one-eyed monster with a huge head frantically tried to escape into a sewer, as if something extremely terrifying was trailing behind it.

But after a flash of lightning, the monster's body was instantly charred black.

The next moment, with a soft "poof," it turned into a sky full of black ash and dissipated in the wind.

But perhaps they felt that killing them one by one was too inefficient, and the remaining demons were scattering in all directions.

To ensure no one escaped, the thirty-six Thunder Generals simultaneously leaped onto the clouds, shouting angrily in unison.

The dark clouds in the sky churned violently, and amidst the rolling thunder, countless white bolts of lightning poured down like a torrential rain!

Because all the living people here have been taken away by the Heavenly Soldiers, the Thunder Generals can use their methods without any restrictions or concerns.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The lightning strike left a charred hole in the ground.

If it hits a ghost, it will be reduced to ashes.

Under such a wide-ranging and indiscriminate attack, the once numerous army of demons was wiped out in an instant.

Even those few who managed to escape the first wave of attacks were precisely killed by sharp-eyed lightning generals with a single, devastating strike.

……

The Shinto priests who were watching this scene from afar fell silent, their faces turning ashen.

They had spent a huge price, even sacrificing blood, to summon the army of a hundred ghosts, but they didn't even get to see the legendary Little Celestial Master, or even get a step closer to the Tiantong Church, before being utterly wiped out by a group of "Chinese ghosts and gods" who appeared out of nowhere!

How could the watching priests not tremble and be filled with fear at such a scene!
Many priests, their psychological defenses crumbling, knelt down on the spot and prayed frantically to Amaterasu, begging her to appear and subdue those terrifying Chinese demons.

Even the Shinto High Priest was now ashen-faced, his hands trembling slightly.

Prince Fushimi Hiroyasu, standing nearby, clutched his still-bleeding stomach, his face filled with disbelief.

In his attempt to summon Oda Nobunaga, the so-called Sixth Heaven Demon King, he was even stabbed in the abdomen and nearly lost his life. Yet, this resulted in such a comical yet tragic outcome.

"The strongest warrior of the Japanese Warring States period... was actually so easily defeated?" He muttered to himself, his face filled with disbelief.

Matsui, standing beside him, remained silent, his face extremely grim, his heart filled with deep fear of the young celestial master he had never met.

The Shinto Grand Master stared intently at the thirty-six majestic divine generals above the clouds. Although he had a thousand reasons not to accept it, the facts were right before his eyes.

He also had to admit that perhaps he had underestimated Taoism, a religion that seemed to operate casually and loosely.

The foundation of Taoism is indeed far deeper than he imagined.

"Although we Shintoists lost in the art of exorcising spirits and commanding demons..."

A glint of madness flashed in the Grand Master's eyes: "But the Shinto Church's defeat doesn't mean I've lost!" (End of Chapter)