Hooking Sun Wukong's Eyelids!

Eighteen Levels of Hell. Scorching flames baked the void, while the wails of countless evil ghosts and departed souls echoed through the air. From time to time, the stench of blood spread through the surroundings.

Sun Wukong wore tattered rags. His eyes were vacant as he knelt on the ground, hellfire burning his Primordial Spirit True Spirit. The piercing agony drowned him, yet he forcibly showed no reaction at all.

Perhaps his heart had already turned to ashes, and he had long grown accustomed to this torment. Or perhaps he had become numb and simply disdained to cry out. He had lost all motivation to escape alive.

"Great King, Great King!"

At that moment, the cries of the Monkey Descendants rose one after another.

Evil Dragon Ao Yuan radiated a bewitching, sinister aura. Behind him followed a squad of Hell Guards, each of whom had used Soul-Hooking Chains to hook a Monkey Descendant through the shoulder blades. Cruel smiles hung on their faces.

"What are you screaming for? Move faster for this ghost master!"

A Hell Guard with a blue face, protruding fangs, and a chilling grin raised his whip and viciously lashed the Monkey Descendants. Wounds immediately appeared across their bodies, and their souls dimmed by a few degrees.

"What Great King?"

"He is nothing but a fur-covered beast with horns! Who knows which blind fool passed cultivation techniques and divine abilities to this monkey, letting him run wild in the East Sea Dragon Palace."

"But now, this monkey is fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of others. Not only will he endure all kinds of punishment in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, but you Monkey Descendants who followed him will not be allowed to reincarnate smoothly either. You will become slaves, subject to the Netherworld's commands."