The Saint sensed the threat.
Endless flames fell from the sky, piercing through the sea, striking Sun Wukong.
It was an attack of unprecedented strength.
The young girl, her face pale, kept her distance, fearing she would be splashed.
But Sun Wukong pressed forward.
The flames struck him, burning his Divine Soul.
Pain, heart-wrenching agony.
The methods of the Saint are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Even if Sun Wukong were reborn a hundred times, they would have the power to annihilate him.
Sun Wukong understood this and hurried towards the Chaos.
"How long can an ant persist?"
The young girl watched this scene and sneered coldly: "Even if you gain a piece, you cannot leave the Holy Land, so how can you fight against the Saint?"
"Who said you have to leave the Holy Land to make a move?"
Sun Wukong did not look back.
His body shone brighter, and his steps quickened.
