After the gods of the Heavenly Court ceased their attacks, Rulai looked with a face as gloomy as water at the casualties—which now amounted to nearly half of his forces—and the devastated Lingshan.
Fortunately, the Mahavira Hall remained unharmed, which allowed him to let out a breath. With a wave of his hand, he dispelled the surrounding thunder and toxic mists.
The attacks from the Heavenly Court had immensely relieved the pressure on Sun Wukong. With another sweep of his staff, a group of Westerners who had closed in on him were sent flying.
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