Wu Zhiji took the opportunity to rush out.
Sun Wukong snorted coldly and cast a chilling glance at Ox Demon King, saying nothing.
But from Wukong's gaze, Ox Demon King could tell that his younger brother was extremely dissatisfied with him.
He didn't think he had done anything wrong; all this was for the sake of letting the Demon Clan live a better life.
Outside Mount Ji Lei, a monk was pressing down a Demon King in battle.
The Demon King was powerful, a Gray Wolf that had attained enlightenment, naturally fierce, good at warfare, and among the Demon Kings, he was one of the best, even stronger than the Great Ape King whom Wukong had slain.
Yet, in front of the monk, the Gray Wolf King was vulnerably inadequate, beaten miserably by the Heavenly Dragon summoned by the monk, on the verge of being beaten to death.
"Arrogant monk, refrain from harming the Gray Wolf King's life."
A roar thunders, and Wu Zhiji makes a move, his dark iron staff smashing toward Fahai.
