At this moment, Sun Wukong's furry face revealed a trace of indomitable spirit.
His true body had already returned to Mount Huaguo, and this was merely a clone, which made following the development of the Immortals and Buddhas the best disguise.
Of course, it required a certain degree of finesse to avoid being directly exposed.
He couldn't afford to behave too differently from his usual character, as that would easily raise suspicion.
Right now, his gaze fluttered slightly, and Sun Wukong already had some plans for the battle at hand.
Soon, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a wooden staff materialized, along with armor and feathered plumes, his golden eyes revealing a trace of coldness.
Looking at Li Jing and others, he slowly spoke, "Old Sun is here. If you're not afraid of death, come at me!"
Sun Wukong's gaze was frosty, and after being refined in the Bagua Cauldron, he seemed like a completely different person.
