Just as the immortals of Heaven believed everything had been settled, another sudden twist arose.
At some point, the heavens and earth were torn open in an instant. Just as the Golden Cudgel in Sun Wukong's hands shattered the sea of blades and was about to smash into Xuanzi's true body, a pair of enormous black hands reached out from the rift and blocked the Golden Cudgel.
It was the unique void power of the Formless Realm.
At the same time, an enraged voice came through the rift and echoed throughout the Three Realms: "You insolent monkey, you're courting death!"
With that, the giant hand merely gave a light push, and Sun Wukong was sent crashing into the ground together with his cudgel, creating a huge crater.
"Who is that? What powerful cultivation!"
The immortals watching were all stunned.
"The Evil Emperor of the Formless Realm. His strength has increased again!"
In the main hall of Spirit Mountain in the Western Heaven, Tathagata looked at the black giant hand, and a rare solemnity appeared in his eyes.
In the Three Realms, only a few people knew of the Evil Emperor's existence, but the moment he appeared, he brought suffocating pressure to countless Immortals and Gods.
Only a Sage could possess such pressure.
Who could have imagined that the Evil Emperor would personally come to the rescue?
"Evil Emperor, quite the grand entrance. You're bullying a junior like this—do you think I don't exist?"
Wu Feng stood upon seven-colored auspicious clouds. Although compared with the black giant hand, he was merely an ordinary, slender body, no one could ignore his presence.
Because he was the only Sage present.
"Wu Feng, what a clever scheme. This time, our Formless Realm admits defeat. But next time, you won't be so lucky. We'll meet