Mountain ranges towered overhead, peaks upon peaks stretching into the distance.
Billowing Demonic Energy blotted out the sky and sun, while boundless miasma filled the woods. Countless lesser demons charged about, howling with bloodcurdling cries that struck terror into the heart.
"Master, we're approaching the eight-hundred-li Shituoling. Those lesser demons around here must be the three Demon Kings' lackeys. Want Old Sun to go on a killing spree and wipe them all out?"
Sun Wukong carried the Ruyi Jingu Bang on his shoulder and bounded along at the front.
He looked back at Tang Sanzang, who rode atop the dragon's body, and spoke slowly. His eyes were as still as an ancient well, but his voice carried a cold murderous intent.
At his words, the countless lesser demons scattered in every direction.
Tang Sanzang raised an eyebrow. "Amitabha Buddha. This humble monk is a compassionate Pilgrim. How could I possibly harm innocent, ordinary demons?"
"Kill them all!"
Boom!
Sun Wukong hefted the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and countless figures swept out in an instant. Before Zhu Bajie and Sha Heshang could react, every demon that had followed them along the way was wiped out.
"Master, you really are a Living King Yama!"
Huanglong couldn't help but laugh.
When it came to cruelty, Tang Sanzang was the clear winner.
That guy was wickedly sly.
"The three Demon Kings of Shituoling are no weaker than us Pilgrims. We'll have to be careful during the tribulation ahead. If they capture us, we could end up dead, body and soul."
Zhu Bajie pondered for a moment, then spoke with righteous conviction.
The Nine-Headed Lion Spirit was distantly related by blood to the Green Lion Spirit of Wuji Kingdom. However, after the Witch-Demon Tribulation ended, this Demon King had begun cultivating alongside Bai Ze, the Future