Only then did the two of them wake up, realizing the battle had already ended.
Looking at the scene, it had been bombarded by Divine Thunder into charred blackness, bereft of life, likely never to grow anything again.
After all, having been struck by Divine Thunder, it's already quite remarkable that anything remained.
Sun Wukong focused carefully and sensed that the spiritual charm in his body was becoming docile, having reached the level where he could generate it with just a thought.
In a word, it had been tamed and had become like a sheep.
As long as Sun Wukong wished, the spiritual charm within him could transform into various shapes, coupled with altering charm imprints, making it as variable as his desires and even more realistic.
His ears twitched slightly as he indeed sensed the approach of three people.
Waking from the state of introspection, Sun Wukong turned his head to look, a flash of golden light streaking across his eyes.
"Hiss~"
