# 1067
Chapter 1068: The Final Demon
Zhu Bajie turned his head to look—the mists in the far distance were less than two or three kilometers away from engulfing the cluster of yurts ahead.
"Go! Save the people first!"
Without hesitation, Zhu Bajie grabbed the Golden Body Arhat beside him and rushed toward the yurt settlement at breakneck speed.
When the two arrived at the yurt settlement, the rolling mists had already consumed more than half of the yurts. Sand transformed into rainbow light, darting through the remaining yurts to rescue the common folk. Zhu Bajie stood before the churning mists, a conflicted expression appearing in his eyes.
Untrained mortals who fell into the mists could survive at most twenty breaths...
There should still be many civilians trapped inside these mists. Time was running out.
Zhu Bajie clenched his teeth, steeled his heart, and plunged headfirst into the swirling fog.
The deathly mist rapidly corroded the faint Buddhist radiance around his body. In merely three breaths, his divine power foundation began to loosen. His expression turned grim.
As the three Golden Immortals had said, this mist had a natural suppression effect on divine power. If this continued, it would only be a matter of time before he fell from godhood.
Bearing the excruciating pain, he sniffed the air, rushed into a yurt, and rescued two dying herdsmen. Using his mystic techniques, he sent them directly outside the mist, then charged toward the next yurt.
At that moment, he seemed to sense something. His body shuddered violently.
From the churning mists around him, several massive, bizarre beasts were rapidly approaching.
The Buddhist radiance around him had dimmed to near nothing. His divine power circulation was intermittent, and even summoning his mystic arts had become difficult. He'd attempted multiple times to send the civilians out of the fog, but each attempt ended in failure.
"To hell with being Zhu Bajie! In this mist, I'm completely useless!"
He roared lowly. The earlier plan surfaced in his mind. A decisive glint flashed in his eyes as he suddenly raised his right hand and slapped it against his own crown!
Boom—!
A muffled sound escaped his throat. The faint Buddhist radiance around him automatically collapsed. His realm shattered from the divine level and plummeted directly to Klein-at-the-Peak.
At the same moment, a gust of demonic wind erupted from within his body. His form swelled rapidly, transforming into a mountain-sized black wild boar. With a thunderous shriek, its two eyes blazed crimson red.
In an instant, concentrated demonic power erupted like a geyser.
In this life-or-death crisis, he chose to abandon his divine realm and transform from a god into a demon!
From this moment on, he was no longer the Western Paradise's Zhu Bajie, but a terrifying great demon that had once terrorized the mortal world a thousand years ago.
Zhu Bajie opened his massive mouth, and a sinister wind rose from the void, directly suctioning over a dozen yurts on the ground—along with the unconscious herdsmen inside—into that enormous pig mouth. Then he turned sharply and sprinted furiously toward the outside of the mist!
From the moment he transformed into a demon, the threat of the surrounding churning mists diminished sharply. Although they continued to corrode his physical form, it was already much better than before.
This mist... was targeting deities?
Just as Zhu Bajie ran and思索ed, a dozen black giant shadows emerged from the mists behind him, joining forces to strike at him!
This place was inside the mists, the domain where "Mysteries" ran rampant. The emergence of such a conspicuous demonic aura immediately drew the attention of numerous "Mysteries" in the surroundings.
The realm-reduced Zhu Bajie currently had a mouthful of herdsmen and absolutely no desire to battle within the mist. He could only use his demonic body to endure their attacks. In just a short while, his body was already riddled with holes!
At that moment, a streak of light rapidly expanded before his eyes.
It was an angry-faced Vajra of the Buddhist sect!
"Second Brother! Go! I'll hold them off for you!"
The Golden Body Arhat Sha Wujing roared, pressing through the surrounding mist and engaging in combat against those dozen Klein-at-the-Peak "Mysteries."
Buddhist radiance surged between Sha Wujing's palms. He tore apart several "Mysteries" with his bare hands, but the jet-black mist was like a god-slaying monster, constantly corroding his divine power foundation. The Buddhist light around him grew dimmer and dimmer, and his divine格 was trembling.
Watching the Golden Body Arhat gradually sink into the mist, the massive pig demon's eyes blazed crimson. Its enormous body burst out of the mist, stumbling and sprinting across the snowfield for several hundred meters before crashing to the ground. Its heavy body shook the entire earth.
It opened its massive mouth, and numerous surviving herdsmen tumbled out with the demonic wind. The pig demon's body shrank rapidly, returning to its human form.
Zhu Bajie draped in his riddled Buddhist robe—his originally fair and plump belly now covered in bloodstains. A gruesome gash on his waist and abdomen bled profusely, and among it, one could faintly see intestines writhing.
He stared with bloodshot eyes, struggling to stand. Gripping a silver nine-tooth pig mallet in one hand, he transformed into a streak of light and charged back into the mist.
"Lao Sha! Hold on!"
…
Boom—!!
The Victorious Fighting Buddha brought down another strike, crushing several "Mysteries" that had burst from the mist into fragments. At that moment, his heart lurched. He froze in place.
On the southwestern border, the two divine power pillars that had been迟迟未出现 finally erupted skyward. The final two National Guardian Steles had been completed.
The Miracle Walls intertwined and connected, forming a massive barrier with no blind spots, completely blocking the churning mist beyond the border. Several "Mysteries" appeared within the mist, seemingly still trying to invade Great Xia, but the perfected Miracle Walls held them back死死.
The entire western border had fallen into dead silence. In the endless wind and snow, only the Victorious Fighting Buddha gripping his Ruyi Jingu Bang, and Lin Qiye standing motionless beside him, remained.
"Idiot... Lao Sha..."
The Victorious Fighting Buddha murmured. Powerful divine energy churned within him. He transformed into a streak of light and rushed at full speed toward the southwestern snowfield.
Lin Qiye saw this and a bad premonition flickered through his heart. Riding his Somersault Cloud, he followed closely behind.
Soon, a corner of mist cut off by the Miracle Walls appeared before the two of them.
The midway-completed Miracle Walls had segmented this section of mist that had originally already surged into Great Xia. With no subsequent mist pouring in, this corner of fog was like a浊的气团, gradually dissipating in the air.
Everywhere on the ground lay "Mystery" corpses, piled across the barren snowfield. A rough count showed forty or so.
Before those corpses, a blood-soaked figure was weakly kneeling before a body. Fresh blood cascaded from his torn intestines, staining the earth in vast patches of crimson.