Sun Wukong watched for a while and then he understood the meaning of the runes.
"Ah, so that's it."
With a wave of his hand, a spiritual wind swept across, silently extinguishing the runes on the ground.
The working Guang Hui elder and others suddenly stopped and then slumped onto the ground one after another.
"Ah, my back, why is it so sore!"
"I can't lift my hands anymore!"
"I haven't slept for days, I'm really too drowsy!"
Some people complained about their aches and pains, while some directly lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep, the lively scene seemingly disappeared in an instant.
Sun Wukong landed on the ground.
"Brother."
Ao Luan came up to him: "What's going on?"
"It's nothing serious."
Sun Wukong glanced at the people, having a thorough understanding of their physical condition.
"The Immortal inscribed a rune below."
He said: "You must tell him not to recklessly use this rune."
Ao Luan nodded, not quite understanding.
Sun Wukong then left.
