Under the ghostly wail, Sun Wukong's spirit faltered, and his movements involuntarily slowed, allowing Yan Kuanxi to grasp a flaw.
He sneered instantly, "Got you now!"
"Clang clang clang~"
The black ape banged the bronze gong repeatedly, producing waves of ghostly sound, while the parasitic Shen Benyou in its chest writhed excitedly, his appearance fierce and terrifying, "Cackle cackle cackle... Monkey, how do you like the sound of my gong?"
Sun Wukong retreated just in time to dodge the enormous palm and quipped, "It's nothing special!"
Shen Benyou was furious, and the bronze gong in his hand clanged more intensely.
Amid the gong's sounds, Sun Wukong's figure hesitated again and again, barely avoiding being swept by the giant palm. As he fought and retreated, he had unwittingly reached the edge of the dense forest.
"Think you can escape?"
