Xi Zhao's full-power blast was more than double the strength of his previous ninety percent effort. A qualitative change occurred between the two, highlighting the immense disparity between ninety percent and full power. As Xi Zhao released this full-powered strike, the Flame God suddenly raised his head toward the sky and wailed in despair, for in his arms, Sun Wukong had died—just like that. Pierced by the red light of the Thunder Fire Scorching Flame Cannon, Sun Wukong did not even have a chance to utter any last words before he passed away.
The Flame God couldn't believe it, nor did he dare to. Sun Wukong had actually died just like that. In the Flame God's heart, Sun Wukong was someone who could create miracles at every turn; how could he die? How could he die now? The Flame God's cries of grief were heard by everyone present, even Xi Zhao, who couldn't help but take an extra look at the Flame God, who knelt in mid-air, his hands cradling Sun Wukong's lifeless body.
