The once-mighty wolf demon leader, Master Guangzhi, was now surrounded by an air of despair and sorrow. His face had lost its former calm and otherworldly bearing, replaced by shocking bruises and swelling.
His crooked nose, blood-smeared mouth, and drooping ears seemed to tell, in silent testimony, of the misfortune that had just befallen him.
If his eyes had still held some sharpness and defiance before, now only emptiness and daze remained. His once-sharp wolf eyes seemed to have lost their light, leaving nothing but endless exhaustion, pain, and dejection.
His body also trembled faintly from his grievous injuries. Each breath seemed to bring excruciating pain, as if even the air were mocking his defeat... All around him lay scattered dead branches and leaves, along with the splotches of blood he had left behind while struggling in vain.
And yet, even so, he maintained what little dignity he had left, standing proudly.
"Amitabha!"
"As the saying goes, the Buddha's teachings are boundless and ferry all who are destined..."
"Perhaps..."
"You are the Destined One that Great King Black Wind once spoke of?"
"So be it!"
"If this is Heaven's will, this humble monk is willing to submit to it—"
"Mercy, mercy!"
After a brief fight, those were the exact words spoken afterward to "Great King Monkey," Tibbers, and Great Immortal Annie by the last of the werewolf monks, Master Guangzhi.
That was right!
Guangzhi had surrendered. He had no choice!
Because just now, "Great King Monkey" had given him a second chance, standing right where he was and letting him calmly perform every secret technique he had spent years mastering—in other words, the nine staff techniques he was proudest of, wielding his flaming double-bladed staff, Red Tide.
But the result...
He had barely started the first move, "Charge and Double