Before he left, Sun Wukong from five hundred years ago glanced over at An Yang and raised an eyebrow.
He seemed to be acknowledging the power An Yang had displayed, or perhaps An Yang's stance of siding with the demon race. Or maybe he was acknowledging the tacit understanding the two of them had shown in this matter.
From the attack and the shock, to guarding the rift and then negotiating, everything had been perfectly measured. The timing had been just right!
A mass of white clouds gradually gathered in the sky. The Bodhisattvas and Demon Kings negotiated atop them, while the wind carried away every sound. No one could hear what they were saying.
But everyone knew—
This would be a negotiation that decided the fate of both sides.
Perhaps it could not determine the fate of the entire Buddhist sect, but it could determine the fate of every Buddhist disciple currently fighting at Lion King Mountain!
Many monks glanced at the two towering figures standing before the golden rift in the sky, then fell silent once more.
They had long since witnessed the battle prowess of the Black Ox and Azure Flood Dragon!
The negotiations above did not last long. Suddenly, a little demon with a pair of pure-white wings on his back flew down. He crossed straight over the battlefield, which had paused to rest below, without stopping at all, and flew directly to the summit of Lion King Mountain behind it, landing before An Yang.
"Sir, the Demon King requests your presence!"
An Yang immediately furrowed his brow and asked in surprise, "He wants me?"
"Mm!" The little demon nodded. "The Demon King specifically ordered me to invite you over, and he told me to hurry."
An Yang was silent for a moment. After a brief