Sun Wukong furrowed his brow, swung up his Jingu Bang, and smashed it down with the force that could split mountains and crack rocks. However, the blow merely made the net tremble and then dissipated his strength, leaving Sun Wukong scrambling to withdraw the Jingu Bang, only to find it stuck to the net.
"What sort of devilish thing is this that can even stick to my Jingu Bang?" Sun Wukong frowned and hastily pulled at it.
Just then, from within the courtyard, a white celestial rope suddenly extended, sweeping rapidly towards Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong knew the power of this thing; if it were to entangle him, escape would likely be difficult. He pulled with all his might and finally freed the Jingu Bang. By then, the rope had already flown in front of him.
Sun Wukong quickly took to the air, the rope chasing after him, trailing behind his rear end. It shot out several hundred feet before it drooped down, powerless.
