Beneath the black sky.
Two figures streaked across the sky like lightning, lightly leaping across the rooftops. At that moment, they were getting closer and closer to the edge of the mist.
Behind them, a terrifying sandstorm was brewing.
The figure wearing the Monkey King Mask glanced back. The gale mixed with sand whipped the hem of his clothes wildly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"His speed doesn't seem very fast. Should we stop and wait for him?"
Tripitaka shook his head. "Stopping would only make it seem deliberate. Just charge straight out of the mist. He'll definitely catch up."
Monkey King nodded. Without the slightest pause, the two figures continued racing forward!
A few minutes later, just as the two were about to reach the edge of the mist, walls of sand rapidly rose from the boundary, sealing off every escape route along the border!
The two figures were forced to halt before the sand walls and simultaneously turned back.
On the path they had taken, more sand walls had likewise risen, forming a ring that completely trapped them inside. As the walls continued to rise, the sand ring eventually converged at a point above their heads, sealing together without the slightest gap.
A hemispherical shell of sand, like an enormous bowl overturned upon the earth, completely cut off the two men's path.
"So he wasn't slow. He was afraid we'd run away... He was waiting for us here." The figure wearing the Monkey King Mask shook his head with a bitter smile. "Still too naive."
In midair, specks of yellow sand gathered into the figure of a tall, imposing man, silently floating overhead.
The pressure of the "Limitless" realm descended upon the earth.
Tripitaka looked up at the figure in the sky, frowning in thought.
"An agent of