Demon King's trident shot toward Joker. The trident was incomparably sharp, yet it contained not the slightest bit of powerful magic. For no other reason than that Demon King feared that if he used even a little force, he would kill Joker.
The real show had yet to begin. How could he bear to kill Joker? A small lesson would be enough; there was no need to use too much force.
Demon King had thought his trident would nail Joker to the ground, leaving him unable to move. Then he could begin his performance.
Demon King was already ravenous with anticipation and could not wait any longer.
Although Joker had yet to become Sun Wukong, his resilience was quite impressive, as tough as a cockroach! Use even a little force, and there was a good chance of killing Joker. But if he did not use any force, making Joker fall and stay down was, honestly, truly exhausting.
This... trying to control that amount of force was genuinely difficult!
This time.
Demon King's plan ultimately fell through. As his trident neared Joker, a furry hand stretched out from the dense demonic aura.
It grabbed Demon King's trident!
"This..."
When his trident was caught, Demon King froze. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tossed White Crystal aside and stared fixedly at that hand covered in monkey fur. "Dead monkey, you're back?"
Demon King called out tentatively.
Could he be sure Joker had turned into Sun Wukong just from that move and that monkey-furred hand? Demon King was still uncertain. Joker had been there one second, and the next he was supposed to believe Sun Wukong had appeared?
Only a few seconds had passed.
Joker had become Sun Wukong?
Demon King did not believe it at all! There was not even a process,