He unleashed his skills, transforming into a being with three heads and six arms.
The Jingu Bang split into three and struck at Wu Zhiji.
Wu Zhiji, unable to resist, was hit on the shoulder by Sun Wukong's staff.
With a cry of pain, it turned and fled.
To stay here meant certain death.
Having lived from ancient times to the present, Wu Zhiji naturally knew when to adapt.
The battle between Roc Demon King and Ox Demon King had reached a fever pitch; they had assumed their human forms, both covered in blood.
The two Great Demon Kings were gasping for breath, staring fiercely at each other.
In a short time, it was not easy for them to determine a victor.
But to the discerning eye, it was evident that Roc Demon King was at a disadvantage.
Sun Wukong approached, staring coldly at Roc Demon King.
Two against one, Roc Demon King was certainly no match.
"Haha."
The Roc Demon King suddenly burst into laughter.
