"What's going on!?" Feeling the power within him suddenly become immovable like stagnant water, Ancestor Huangmei's heart surged with shock and disbelief.
Naturally, as the power failed to mobilize, the golden cymbals he had conjured also lost the drive of mana and reverted to their original form, falling from mid-air.
"Die for me!"
Having already understood Jiang Liu's abilities well after their journey together, Sun Wukong knew how to coordinate with him. With this eyes narrowing, he swept the Ruyi Golden Cudgel towards Ancestor Huangmei's head.
The silencing effect of Silencing Zen only lasted a mere 2 seconds, but in the heat of battle, 2 seconds of silence was enough to accomplish much.
"Ah!" Watching Sun Wukong's golden cudgel come down towards his head, Ancestor Huangmei was horrified. He exerted all his strength to retreat and also let out a scream.
He knew very well that if he were truly struck by Sun Wukong's cudgel, he would undoubtedly die.
