But now that he had seen Little White Dragon was clearly involved, Wu Feng no longer held back.
Wu Feng sensed what was happening after Little White Dragon entered the woodshed and was immediately astonished.
At that moment, apart from Sun Wukong, the other three—Tang Monk, Sha Wujing, and Zhu Bajie—had all fallen unconscious, black energy shooting from their bodies.
Wu Feng was very familiar with this black energy. It was the same aura found on the talisman. It now coiled around the three of them, rendering them unconscious.
Only Sun Wukong remained awake, wrapped in the black energy.
Gripping the Golden Cudgel, Sun Wukong struggled to resist the black aura surrounding him. His face was filled with terror as he roared at Little White Dragon, "Who are you?"
Little White Dragon's face looked sickly, and he replied coldly, "Of course I'm Little White Dragon, Eldest Martial Brother. Have you lost your mind? How can you not even recognize me?"
Infuriated by Little White Dragon's mockery, Sun Wukong roared, "You're not Little White Dragon! Little White Dragon wasn't like this before. Who are you? Why are you using Little White Dragon's body? What did you do to him?"
"Hahaha, how ridiculous. You're still putting on this act of deep brotherly affection, but why pretend? In your hearts, I'm nothing but a beast, not a member of the pilgrimage team, am I?"
Little White Dragon shrieked violently.
Yet he seemed capable of keeping his voice confined to the woodshed, preventing it from escaping.
Sun Wukong stared at Little White Dragon for a long while before finally confirming that this truly was his junior brother, Little White Dragon. His expression dimmed, and his voice softened.
"Junior Brother, why are you doing this? Why? Did you and your family run into some kind