With a cold snort, the purple-golden light on the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod in Sun Wukong's hand shimmered, aiming to strike the monster overhead.
Like a crack in a clear sky, carrying a force capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.
If it hits, the monster's head might burst open like a rotten watermelon.
"Scoundrel, do you really think you can take me down?"
The monster roared in anger, took a deep breath to suppress his injuries, and swiftly wielded the black long saber in confrontation against Sun Wukong.
"Whether I can take you down is not up to you!"
Sun Wukong snorted coldly, pouring Great Saint Primordial Force madly into the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, making the purple-golden light on it even more dazzling.
Every strike had a heaven-breaking force, making the monster's arms tremble.
"This kid's strength has surged to such an extent!"
Fear arose in the monster's heart.
