The powerful aura approaching from the distance grew increasingly intense, and everyone braced themselves. Their heartstrings taut as bowstrings, they watched as a massively built demon god slowly approached. He was shrouded in billowing black mist, thick enough to obscure his features entirely. Yet the bone-chilling pressure emanating from him rolled forward like crashing waves, making it almost impossible for anyone to breathe.
"You mere ants, dare to make an enemy of me!" The demon god's voice seemed to come from the darkest corner of the Abyss of Nine Netherworlds, carrying endless contempt and cruelty, as if everyone before him was nothing more than insignificant dust to be crushed at will.
Wukong showed no fear. He flicked the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand, his eyes wide, and shouted boldly, "Hmph, whatever kind of monster you are, Old Sun will beat you just the same!" His demeanor was like that of a war god descended to the mortal realm—fearless, unyielding, and overflowing with dominance.
Chapter 93