"Ugh!"
At the same time, in a hidden location, a figure suddenly spat out fresh blood, his expression ghastly.
This person was none other than the Black Demon himself, whose external incarnation had been smashed to death by Wukong's staff, causing a backlash to himself, thus the scene before him.
After recovering his senses, the Black Demon's face was filled with resentment, "Damn, Lin Qian, and that Wukong!"
At that moment, the voice that emitted from the Black Demon's mouth was hoarse and incomparable. His plan, which had been in the works for who knew how many years, had been personally destroyed, making it unbearable for him.
He simply could not accept this outcome.
He could hardly believe that he had been bested by mere mortals; if this news were to spread, he would likely be the laughingstock of many.
