I'm Dreaming of a Journey to the West

"This is such a hateful Ancestral Witch of Thunder!"

The women cursed silently in their hearts, their anger blazing like a raging fire. They all collapsed to the ground in a miserable state, struck down by the powerful lightning unleashed by the Thunder Ancestor.

Even worse, their bodies were experiencing the same strange phenomenon as Li Chen's—no matter how hard they tried, they were unable to unleash their previously immense magical powers. It turned out that the power of thunder and lightning was so terrifying that it could easily suppress the power of gods, demons, and monsters.

A creepy smile graced the distorted face of the Thunder Ancestor, as if he were enjoying this cruel game. Then, he casually waved his hand, signaling to the group of hideous demons and monsters beside him.

After receiving the order, the demons and monsters immediately became extremely excited. They raised all kinds of strange weapons and rushed towards the women with howls.

Fairy Hibiscus endured the severe pain coming from her body, and struggled to support herself on the ground with her hands, slowly getting up from the ground bit by bit.

Then, without even a moment's breath, she hurriedly reached out and helped the other sisters up one by one. They all exchanged glances, their eyes revealing an unyielding determination. They gripped their weapons tightly, rallied their spirits, and prepared for another round of fierce battle.

"Kill!"

Accompanied by the hoarse roars of those demons and monsters, they rushed in like a tide, holding high their shining weapons, and stabbed at Fairy Hibiscus and others without mercy.

"Sisters, today is a matter of life and death for us. For Li Chen, let us fight to the death and do our best to kill these hateful demons!!!"

Following this roar, Fairy Hibiscus turned pale. She endured the waves of pain in her body and raised her trembling hands with difficulty. Suddenly, countless beautiful petals fell from her hands like snowflakes, floating into the air.

The moment the petals touched the breeze, they seemed summoned by some mysterious force, transforming into gleaming cold flying knives. These flying knives streaked towards the group of hideous demons with lightning speed, carrying a fierce momentum and a determination to kill.

At the same time, the nearby Fire-Eating Scorpion roared, "Alright! Look at my poisonous needles!" Before it finished speaking, the poisonous needles on its tail, gleaming with an eerie purple light, shot out at the demons like a rapid-fire cannon. Each shot contained a deadly poison that, upon striking its target, would rapidly consume both the body and soul.

The other women, seeing this, showed no sign of weakness, each unleashing their most powerful skills. Some brandished their longswords, their shadows swirling and their energy like a rainbow; others activated their glazed orbs, sending whistling winds whistling wherever they struck, their power astonishing; others thrust out their palms, their winds roaring like a tidal wave.

For a moment, all kinds of colorful and powerful moves intertwined together to form an impenetrable attack net, which was released towards the demons and monsters that were gradually surrounding them.

"Ahhhh!!!!" With each shrill scream, the demons and monsters that had been hit in the vitals by the women's attacks fell to the ground and died in extreme pain. Their bodies were either blown to pieces or corroded by the poison into a pool of blood. The scene was extremely tragic.

Seeing the women's tenacious resistance, the demons and monsters, once so aggressive, couldn't help but feel timid. Faced with such fearless and powerful women, they began to hesitate and even retreated. After all, no one wanted to become a victim in this battle and lose their lives in vain.

"You good-for-nothings, cowards! You can't even handle a few seriously injured women. What use are you to me? You're nothing but a bunch of useless trash!!!"

The Thunder Ancestor's eyes widened in anger, veins bulging on his forehead. His ferocious face looked like a demon from hell. He stared intently at the retreating group of demons and monsters, spit splattering everywhere, and the rage in his heart surged like a volcanic eruption.

He rushed forward and, as fast as lightning, reached out and grabbed the little demon that was leading the retreat. Before the poor little demon could even let out a scream, he was already firmly grasped in the hands of the Thunder Ancestor.

The little demon was trembling with fear and begged for mercy frantically, "Master Ancestral Witch, I know I was wrong. I will lead the charge now!" The little demon wanted to let the Ancestral Witch of Thunder spare his life in this way, but the only response he got was the Ancestral Witch of Thunder, who sneered like a devil from hell.

Then, a horrifying scene unfolded—the Thunder Ancestor mercilessly raised his powerful arms, then suddenly grabbed the little demon's mouth and yanked it hard, tearing it in two! Blood splattered everywhere, and internal organs flew everywhere. The tragic scene was too tragic to bear to watch.

Witnessing this scene, the other demons and monsters that were originally retreating were instantly frightened out of their wits. Their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled.

They had never imagined that the usually high-handed Ancestral Witch of Thunder could be so cruel and merciless, even to his own subordinates, without the slightest hesitation or mercy. At this moment, fear spread among them like a plague, and everyone's eyes were filled with despair and helplessness.

However, the women remained remarkably calm in the face of everything that was happening before them, as they had already followed Li Chen on numerous expeditions, defeating nearly seven ancient witch ancestors.

During this long and arduous journey, they had witnessed many similar scenes and were well aware of the brutal nature of the Ancestral Witch Clan. No matter which Ancestral Witch they were, they were all ruthless and bloodthirsty.

In their eyes, life is like grass, which can be trampled and taken away at will. Moreover, if they find that the action fails or the goal cannot be achieved, these ancient witches will abandon their subordinates without hesitation, treating them as sacrifices that can be discarded at any time.

Speaking of the Scarlet Flame Vajra, his body had long been tempered to an indestructible, diamond-like state. This peerless magical power was unprecedented. No matter where he was placed, the Scarlet Flame Vajra was a well-deserved ace, a feared force to be reckoned with.

However, even with such omnipotent powers, Scarlet Flame Vajra was unable to withstand the cold-blooded and brutal tactics of the ancient witches. He was like a chess piece, powerless to control his own destiny, being manipulated at will. Ultimately, this once powerful figure met a tragic and miserable end.

Just as everyone watched the Thunder Ancestor Shaman cruelly tearing apart his minions, suddenly, a deafening shout rang out from behind the women: "Thunder Ancestor Shaman! I'm back!"

This sudden shout, like a thunderbolt piercing the sky, instantly captured the attention of everyone present. The women turned their heads to see a dashing man approaching at a brisk pace. It was none other than Li Chen! His resurrection seemed to breathe new life and hope into this battlefield, once rife with blood and slaughter.