"Insolence!" Erlang Shen bellowed. He withdrew the power of his third eye, then tilted his head to dodge the Golden Cudgel's attack.
Sun Wukong had no intention of letting him off so easily. Seizing a moment when Erlang Shen was off guard, he closed in, and a beam of blood-red light shot from his eyes, enveloping Erlang Shen's forehead.
No one knew what the light did, but the instant it shone on Erlang Shen's forehead, the vertical eye on his brow actually closed. No matter how hard Erlang Shen tried, he could no longer open it!
"You—you call that a Magic Spell?! How can it be so powerful? Why didn't you use it in our earlier fights?!" Erlang Shen was alarmed. That vertical eye was his greatest weapon, yet Sun Wukong had completely suppressed it.
"Heh heh. Do you know how I cultivated over these past five hundred years, when I couldn't move a single limb?" Sun Wukong's words suddenly made everything clear.
Erlang Shen knew that this time, in the contest between the Fiery Golden Eyes and his vertical eye, he had lost—and lost completely. After all, the monkey had absorbed the essence of Heaven and Earth and stored it all in those eyes. In that regard, Erlang Shen couldn't hope to match him.
"Don't get carried away." Though Erlang Shen could no longer use his third eye, his other abilities were unaffected. He swung the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd in his hand and clashed with Sun Wukong.
The two fought so fiercely that Heaven and Earth changed color. Among the Gods at the South Heaven Gate, some kept blank faces despite their panic, while others wore their feelings openly.
Waves of tremors rolled through the air. After enduring several shocks, the formation the Gods had just joined forces to