It's over. It's all over. No one is coming to help. Tang Sanzang and I are probably going to die here today. Ye Chen thought in despair.
Anyone could see that Sun Wukong had no intention of surrendering. From beginning to end, he had never meant to acknowledge Tang Sanzang as his master. He had only been currying favor with Tang Sanzang and Ye Chen to free himself from his shackles.
No wonder. This monkey had once been an arrogant Demon King. He had fought a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals alone, stormed the Heavenly Court single-handedly, and wreaked havoc there.
How could a Demon King like that become obedient after a mere five hundred years of imprisonment? And how could he possibly be willing to follow a mortal like Tang Sanzang on the Journey to the West?
"Tathagata!" A furious shout suddenly rang out from the sky. Sun Wukong could no longer hold back his rage.
All five hundred years of humiliation were concentrated in that single cry of "Tathagata." It was thick with fury and killing intent, like a bone-chilling wind blowing from Sun Wukong's mouth and sweeping in every direction.
Ye Chen covered his ears. Even he could barely withstand the power in that voice. He felt something wet on his hands, lowered them, and saw blood.
Then Ye Chen looked up. Everywhere Sun Wukong's voice had passed, all the plants and trees had withered in an instant, and every living creature had perished.
At the edge of Ye Chen's sight, every living thing was dead. The place had become a wasteland in an instant, and only he had barely survived.
"When life springs from a single thought, all things come to life; when it ends with a single thought, all things perish. Is this what