In the air, Crimson Lotus Demoness and Red Boy had both already dived down, while Moon Shadow emerged from the sea of flames.
His movement technique was extremely strange. It was as if he flashed across a stretch of distance in an instant, then crossed several more stretches in succession, quickly leaving Flame Mountain.
Fahai looked up. Not only could he not handle Red Boy and Crimson Lotus Demoness one-on-two, but there was now also Moon Shadow, whose cultivation was at the Quasi-Saint level.
Could the journey west really have reached its end here?
In the distance, Tang Sanzang sat atop White Dragon Horse, his face filled with anxiety.
Marshal Tian Peng and General Juanlian exchanged a glance. Then they each revealed the weapons in their hands and flew up.
"Master Fahai, although our cultivation isn't high, we can at least lend you a hand!"
Marshal Tian Peng looked at Fahai and spoke with extreme determination.
"Since things have come to this, I, Juanlian, will risk my life for one final battle. I will not fail my master or the Buddha Ancestor!"
General Juanlian held the Demon-Subduing Crescent Spade horizontally before him and spoke loudly.
Fahai looked at the two of them and said, "Good! Today, the four of us on the journey west will fight with all our might right here!"
Just as Fahai's voice fell, a winding streak of white light cut through the sky. At some point, Little White Dragon had transformed back into his true form. He was actually a refined young gentleman.
Little White Dragon held a treasured sword in each hand and stood beside Fahai and the others. "And me!"
Tang Sanzang stood in the distance, quietly watching everything unfold, his expression filled with anxiety.
"Hahaha! I'm going to die laughing! Sister Crimson Lotus,