"Roar——"
Sun Wukong roared in agony, his rasping howl becoming fainter and fainter, as if his reason were slowly awakening.
However, the Victorious Fighting Buddha's stomping did not cease; instead, it became even more ruthless, almost as if he wanted to stomp Sun Wukong to death.
Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged, surrounded by golden Sanskrit characters, as the Great Prajna Sutra gradually resounded between heaven and earth.
This scene greatly excited both Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing.
"Monkey Brother, wake up, please!" Zhu Bajie shouted while swinging his Nine-Toothed Rake to slay enemies.
Sha Wujing, although silent, fixed his gaze on Sun Wukong most of the time, obviously very worried.
Qin Jun stood on the dragon's head, looking down from above, praying for Sun Wukong to wake up quickly.
Because the Tathāgata on the other side was too dominant, Xing Tian could barely hold his own.
