Thunderous roars and torrential rain engulfed the land.
This was the sound of the apocalypse.
On the ground, mortals watched the northwest with pale faces.
Buzhou Mountain, standing for 129,000 years, was collapsing.
"Block it!"
"Block it!"
Below Buzhou Mountain, divine birds and auspicious beasts charged fearlessly towards the falling mountain pillar.
They tried to stop Buzhou Mountain from collapsing, but no matter how many creatures went, they could not stop the inevitable.
Sun Wukong witnessed this scene, his eyes shining with a light akin to that of the Three Realms.
In any world, the will of life deserves respect.
Sun Wukong stomped his feet, and endless immortal power turned into flames raging across the ground, attempting to repair Buzhou Mountain's foundation.
However, just the same, his efforts were in vain.
"Buzhou Mountain is shattering."
Sun Wukong said, "This can't go on."
"The foundation has already been severed."
Gong Gong said, "It's beyond repair!"
