The hesitation in the demonic ranks lasted only a heartbeat, but it was all the opening Wukong needed. With a whoop of pure joy, he surged forward, his hundred clones converging with him into a single, golden tsunami of motion.
"Now we're having fun!" he roared, leading the charge. The clones fanned out, not just fighting, but herding the disoriented Infernal Guard, funneling them into crushing zones where the Giants' massive weapons could do their work. It was a brutal, beautiful efficiency. For a moment, it looked like the monkey's madness would simply sweep the plain clean.
But Hell was not so easily undone.
