At this moment, the battle between the Han and Tianzhu had ceased, leaving the Hidden Mist Mountain battlefield steeped in silence.
Faced with the divine judgment of Buddha Wutian, both Ancient Buddha Dipankara and Buddha Tathagata had entered nirvana one after the other, and Shariputra had also been devoured by the Demon Head.
The other myriad powerhouses were all silent, not daring to make a move.
Suddenly, the light of the teleportation formation flared up behind the Han army.
All eyes were drawn to it, and they saw a lean figure stepping out from within, draped in Gold Armor, with a crown of purple gold upon his head and cloud-stepping boots on his feet, his heroic spirit bursting forth, extraordinarily valiant.
Sun Wukong?
The complexions of many changed. Since the beginning of this calamity, although the Great Sage Equalling Heaven had never appeared to act, it seemed as though his presence lurked within every battle.
