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"Seeking death won't make it come, and within the Three Realms, only a handful of people can kill me; I won't die so easily."
Sun Wukong said with a smile.
The White Tiger frowned and instead of paying Sun Wukong more attention, she simply said, "You'll regret this."
Then, she walked forward.
Something stirred in Sun Wukong's heart, and he followed after her.
At this point, the scenery around them quietly began to change.
The black fog ahead tumbled and slowly obscured the red glow of the sky.
Sounds of ghostly wailing and wolf howling reached Sun Wukong's ears, making him involuntarily frown.
What is this racket?
That wasn't all, as from the tumbling black fog ahead, creatures began to emerge: some with a thousand hands and eyes, intertwined like countless people.
Others resembled humans but were covered in sores and engaged in vile acts.
Sun Wukong's brows knitted together; these creatures were truly revolting.
