A passing traveler through the heavens

Ji Lin rushed into the Demon-Slaying Platform and quickly pulled Yang Jian behind him. At this moment, Yang Jian looked blank and stared straight at the unfamiliar back in front of him.

His mind raced, trying to figure out what had happened and who this person who had suddenly appeared to save him was.

It's no wonder Yang Jian was so puzzled. Just now, the instant Ji Lin deactivated his invisibility, with a mere thought, a set of fiery red armor with a flowing cloak instantly and swiftly enveloped Ji Lin.

This fiery red armor is the Flame Dragon Armor from the Light and Shadow Armor series. Thanks to Ji Lin's cultivation of the Five Elements Primordial Chaos Technique, the five Light and Shadow Stones, containing boundless and powerful energy, have already been perfectly integrated into his body, becoming the source of his power.

This is why the armor Ji Lin can summon now is all ultimate armor with extraordinary power.

At this moment, he was wearing the Flame Dragon Armor, which had undergone an upgrade and transformation into the Explosive Flame Dragon Emperor, and his body exuded a powerful aura that made people tremble with fear.

After rescuing Yang Jian, Ji Lin did not hesitate at all and rushed towards the outside of the Heavenly Court's execution ground. His speed was so fast that the surrounding air made a sharp whistling sound.

Around the execution ground, the heavenly soldiers and generals instantly became alert, their expressions extremely tense, their faces taut, and their eyes full of vigilance.

They raised their weapons high, their cold light flashing, and surrounded Ji Lin in a dense, impenetrable encirclement. Ji Lin was then forced back to the Demon-Slaying Platform by the numerous heavenly soldiers and generals.

"Who are you? How dare you openly come to storm the execution ground!" Marshal Tianpeng and General Juanlian shouted loudly, their voices high-pitched and resounding, echoing continuously in the air above the execution ground.

Ji Lin's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer.

"It's quite obvious, they're the ones who stormed the execution ground."

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better get out of the way right now, or don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and the Flaming Blade, the exclusive weapon of the Flame Dragon Armor, instantly materialized. The blade radiated intense heat, and waves of heat swept over you.

"All of you, charge!" With Marshal Tianpeng's command, the heavenly soldiers and generals surged forward like a tidal wave, their faces filled with fierce expressions as they pounced on Ji Lin.

Ji Lin showed no fear, his eyes revealing determination and courage.

He wielded the Flaming Blade with fierce power, creating a whooshing sound with each swing. Each swing generated a powerful gust of air, and the blade flashed like bolts of lightning. Wherever it went, the heavenly soldiers screamed and fell to the ground, utterly unable to withstand his fierce and storm-like attacks.

He was agile and nimble, weaving through the enemy ranks. Every move he made was precise and deadly, displaying his invincible prowess.

Just as Ji Lin was engaged in a fierce battle with the heavenly soldiers and generals, a blinding red light suddenly descended from the sky, its brilliance dazzling.

Everyone looked up, their eyes filled with shock and confusion, and saw a young boy slowly emerge from the red light.

The boy stood on a pair of blazing fire wheels. The flames on the wheels were fierce, and with each rotation, sparks flew, carrying scorching heat waves that distorted and deformed the surrounding air.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the young man moved with effortless grace, and the circular magic weapon that had been holding back the guillotine flew directly into his hand, as if it were connected to his will.

His face was like a finely sculpted jade, with distinct features and smooth lines. His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, exuding a heroic air, and his eyes were bright and sharp.

The boy's lips curled up slightly, carrying a hint of unruly laughter, as if he didn't care about anything in the world. That smile contained the unique carefree and confident nature of a young man.

In his hand was a long red spear, its entire body fiery red, its tip gleaming with a chilling light, like a sharp blade in the cold night, its tassel blazing like a burning beacon.

"careful!"

Just as Ji Lin noticed the boy seemed a little lost in thought, the boy suddenly flung out a long red cloth.

The long cloth, like a nimble red snake, swiftly and fiercely repelled Marshal Tianpeng, who was about to attack Ji Lin. Marshal Tianpeng was caught off guard by this sudden attack and took several steps back.

This series of actions instantly confirmed to Ji Lin that the person in front of him was undoubtedly Nezha.

Ji Lin and Nezha's eyes met in the air. With just a glance, they understood each other perfectly and reached a consensus to fight together without needing to say much.

Marshal Tianpeng regrouped, wielding his nine-toothed rake, and attacked together with General Juanlian, who held the demon-subduing staff. Behind them, heavenly soldiers and generals swarmed like ants, surrounding Ji Lin and Nezha tightly.

Nezha took the initiative, his Wind and Fire Wheels spinning with lightning speed, creating a whirlwind of scorching flames that instantly closed in on Marshal Tianpeng. His Fire-Tipped Spear moved like a snake spitting its tongue, swift and ruthless, aiming straight for the marshal's throat.

Marshal Tianpeng's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his nine-toothed rake to defend himself.

With a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere, and the enormous impact made Marshal Tianpeng's arm go numb. He staggered back several steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Ji Lin was not to be outdone. He brandished his Flaming Blade, its blade flashing like a blazing sun, and charged toward General Rolling Curtain.

General Rolling Curtain brandished his Demon-Slaying Staff, desperately trying to defend himself, but Ji Lin's attacks were relentless, each strike carrying the immense power of the Flaming Dragon Armor, each blow heavy and making it difficult for General Rolling Curtain to breathe.

His arms ached from the shock, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Seeing this, the heavenly soldiers and generals swarmed around, attempting to win by overwhelming the enemy with their numbers.

Nezha's lips curled into a cold smile. His movements were fluid and graceful. The Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) instantly grew longer and thicker, like a giant rope of fire, sweeping across the enemy ranks.

Wherever it went, heavenly soldiers and generals were knocked away, screaming in agony as their bodies flew through the air like falling leaves.

Ji Lin was in perfect harmony with the Blazing Blade, and the flames on the blade surged, transforming into streaks of fiery blade energy that roared towards the heavenly soldiers and generals, burning them so badly that they fled in panic, the air filled with the smell of burning, and chaos reigned.

Although Marshal Tianpeng and General Juanlian fought valiantly, they gradually lost ground under the combined attack of Ji Lin and Nezha.

Marshal Tianpeng's Nine-Toothed Rake was struck multiple times by Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear, causing his arm to go numb and his tiger's mouth to split open. General Rolling Curtain's Demon-Subduing Staff was also chipped in several places by Ji Lin's Blazing Blade, and the light on the weapons gradually dimmed.

Ji Lin seized the opportunity and secretly sent a message to Nezha.

Nezha understood immediately. He spun his Wind Fire Wheels, creating a whirlwind of blazing flames, and quickly carried Yang Jian away from the Heavenly Court.

Ji Lin stayed behind alone to cover their retreat, his eyes fixed on the direction Nezha and Yang Jian had gone.

After confirming that the two had safely evacuated, Ji Lin had another thought, and in an instant, a fiery red dragon, like a divine beast breaking free from its restraints, roared out of Ji Lin's body.

The dragon roared to the sky, its voice shaking heaven and earth, seemingly able to pierce through the clouds and reach the highest heavens.

The powerful dragon's might instantly knocked all the heavenly soldiers and generals surrounding Ji Lin, as well as Marshal Tianpeng and General Juanlian, to the ground.

Then, with agile movements, Ji Lin lightly leaped and landed steadily on the dragon's head.

The dragon roared and swung its massive body before vanishing from sight, leaving behind only a devastated execution ground and dumbfounded heavenly soldiers and generals.

They stared in the direction Ji Lin had left, unable to come to their senses for a long time.

A moment later, Ji Lin caught up with Nezha and Yang Jian. His speed was like the wind, and he arrived beside them in an instant.

Ji Lin then followed Nezha to a dilapidated temple in the human world. The temple was old and dilapidated, with the walls covered with the marks of time and the roof tiles incomplete.

Here, Yang Chan, who was anxiously waiting, saw three people flying down from the sky. She was overjoyed and a surprised smile spread across her face.

But when she saw Yang Jian's battered and bruised appearance, her smile froze instantly, replaced by a face full of sorrow and heartache.

Her eyes instantly reddened, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured "Second Brother," her voice filled with pain and worry.

She rushed to Yang Jian's side, carefully cupped his face in her hands, and gently touched his wound with her fingertips, as if afraid of hurting him. Her eyes were full of self-reproach and concern.