At the bottom of the pit, the Green Lion Spirit was barely clinging to life.
He had originally been able to hold on for a while longer with the body of a Primordial Wilderness mutant, but after hearing Sun Wukong's words, he was so enraged that his eyes rolled back as he instinctively tried to retort.
But he could no longer speak.
Gurgling sounds rose from his throat. At last, he spat out a mouthful of clotted blood mixed with fragments of organs, his head lolled to one side, and he breathed his last...
A Great Demon of his generation, once an outstanding disciple of the Intercepting Sect, had now perished in body and soul!
At the same time.
On the battlefield elsewhere.
The White Elephant Spirit, who had still been struggling to hold on, personally witnessed the Green Lion Spirit's miserable death at Sun Wukong's staff. He was frightened out of his wits, his Three Souls and Seven Spirits nearly flying straight out of his body.
"Big Brother!!!"
The White Elephant Spirit let out a mournful cry!
But mourn as he might, he did not flee any slower. He now understood Sun Wukong's power. Even the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, forged by gathering the strength of all Lion and Camel Ridge, had failed to stop him and had been smashed apart by Sun Wukong...
Could he possibly be a match for him?
Not to mention Tang Sanzang and the other two!
"Damn it..."
"Tang Sanzang is this strong too?"
Great Peng had been dealt with by Kong Xuan in the name of righteousness, and the Green Lion Spirit had been beaten to death by Sun Wukong. If he did not run now, he would have to face one against four. How could he possibly survive?
"As long as