The ridge was like a long serpent, winding its way toward a large mountain in the distance.
The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and a fine misty rain shrouded the distant scenery like a veil of smoke.
Strangely, vines dangled from the heavens, covered in thorny poisonous barbs that hung down and obscured the sunlight!
The thief of Tang Sanzang's hat was not a person, but rather the hat had gotten caught on one of those poisonous thorns.
Zhu Ganglie's cheek had been cut by a poisonous thorn...
Sha Wujing's bundle was also full of poisonous thorns, but he wasn't hurt because he had buckled a large frame over his head...
The most miserable was the White Dragon Horse, its legs injured by the thorns on the ground and covered with a dense mass of poisonous spines...
The Six-Eared Macaque and Sun Wukong were unharmed, but their expressions weren't too pleasant either.
