If Wu Zhiji escaped, they would be done for.
Even ordinary people understood that immortals couldn't always stand by their side to protect them.
But if the demon escaped, it could return at any time.
Sun Wukong sneered and said, "Just for what you said, you won't be able to escape today."
"Nezha, strike with all your might. Don't let him get away," Yang Jian ordered.
"Rest assured, today he is definitely going to die here."
The three top-tier war gods were all ruthless.
Wu Zhiji's mouth twitched. Maybe he shouldn't have made such fierce remarks just now.
But it was too late for regrets now; he could only fight with all he had.
Wu Zhiji roared and charged at Nezha.
From their separate exchanges just now, Wu Zhiji had realized that among the three, Nezha was the weakest.
Only by breaking through from Nezha's direction could he have a chance to escape.
Nezha was furious that this guy actually saw him as the soft persimmon.
