As the deep purple silhouette appeared, the Thunder Cultivator suddenly let out a very miserable howl. However, since his body was bound by those golden chains, he couldn't move at all, but the intense pain caused his body to curl up tightly. But Sun Wukong was indifferent to the Thunder Cultivator's screams of agony, continuing to pull out the diamond-like, radiant chains at a steady pace.
The process lasted for about ten breaths. By the time the purple figure was completely pulled out, the Thunder Cultivator had already died, his eyes wide open with unwillingness. Meanwhile, Sun Wukong, holding the deep purple figure, suddenly let out a sinister chuckle, then opened his mouth wide and took a bite as if he were savoring some delicious treat.
