"Pfft—!"
"Gah—!"
Shrill screams rang out almost simultaneously!
Yang Jian and Nezha were in no better shape than Sun Wukong!
Yang Jian's protective immortal aura shattered instantly like a bubble, while clouds of blood burst from his cold, imposing body, and his bones let out grating cracks that set one's teeth on edge.
Nezha's lotus-root immortal body gave an even more unbearable "creak," as if it would completely fall apart the next second. Even the flames of the Wind Fire Wheels dimmed.
It was too gruesome!
It was practically a tragedy of the human world!
The experts outside watched with their eyelids twitching violently, a chill rising from the depths of their hearts.
"It's over! What did I tell you? Their physical bodies collapsed in an instant. They're beyond saving!"
"Their soul fluctuations are rapidly weakening! They won't last three breaths!"
"What a pity. The three of them joined forces and were supposedly capable of forcefully contending with an Early Saint, yet they died just like that..."
"They overestimated themselves. They deserved to die!"
The jeering grew even louder, laced with an indifferent coldness that cared nothing for others.
However!
The next second!
All the jeers were suddenly choked off by an invisible hand and came to an abrupt halt!
The entire perimeter of the Chaos Storm fell into deathly silence!
One could hear a pin drop!
Every face was filled with disbelief and extreme shock!
In the storm, Sun Wukong's physical body had been battered nearly beyond recognition, leaving only a humanoid outline.
Yet the eyes burning with golden flames had not dimmed in the slightest. Instead, they erupted with an even hotter, even more unyielding radiance!
A low growl like that of a trapped beast rumbled from Sun Wukong's throat.
"Old Sun... was born of Heaven and Earth...