Tangyu and Sun Wukong were both enraged, unleashing their full power, charging fiercely into battle!
Originally, it was a battle between two armies, a grand and heroic struggle, a war bathed in blood. Both sides were fervent with red eyes, ready to stage a dramatic and intense confrontation.
"Evil Demon, taste my staff!" A thunderous shout echoed, and Sun Wukong's apocalyptic staff came crashing down, intimidating the Yao Race considerably, their faces drastically changing. Especially the lesser demons, under this terrifying pressure, were directly collapsing, some weaker ones even bleeding from seven orifices and dying.
