Madly fleeing, Sun Wukong had nearly exhausted all his strength. Finally, when he sensed no sounds pursuing him, he stopped. But the moment he stopped, he realized that he was alone, surrounded by pitch darkness, unable to see anything.
It seemed that in the midst of their frantic escape, the two had become separated. Truly, when it rains it pours; being alone in such a dangerous place was simply too stimulating. More importantly, Wukong's strength was currently at the level of a Five Patterns Saint, in a place where the weakest were Supreme beings of the Seven Patterns level—this was no different than seeking death.
With his fiery eyes and golden pupils fully activated, he scanned the surroundings and, finding them seemingly safe without the presence of any soul beasts, he dared not wander. He quickly located a large tree and swiftly climbed up.
