Drawing the Ground as a Prison

"Roar..."

A low growl rumbled from Lion Camel King's throat, the beastly traits on his body becoming ever more pronounced.

He restrained himself from making a move.

The last remnants of reason told him that the monk before him was far too dangerous. No matter what method he had used to join forces with Sun Wukong and severely wound the heavenly gods—

Or rather, —it meant that he was no match for him right now.

"Roar!"

The low growl turned into an enraged roar. Ao Yulie assumed a guarded stance, only to see Lion Camel King turn and charge toward the "battlefield of gods and demons."

Transforming into a male lion the size of a small mountain, he charged into the enemy ranks and unleashed a bloody slaughter.

"..."

Ao Yulie looked at Lion Camel King speechlessly.

He did not know whether to praise him for being clever or mock him for running away after talking tough, having no dignity whatsoever as a Great Demon.

"Master, these demons have truly become fiends." Bajie walked over, frowning slightly.

The tempering within Five-Finger Mountain was beneficial to the sleeping Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's nature was as fierce as fire. During his slumber, the tempering of Five-Finger Mountain honed his mind while also preventing him from waking before he had fully recovered and turning Heaven and Earth upside down.

But things were different for the demons on the opposing side.

Five-Finger Mountain was nearly half of the Demon-Subduing Pagoda.

What would happen when the demons in the Demon-Subduing Pagoda who had yet to convert to Buddhism were released?

White Elephant and Yellowbrow King's behavior was enough to provide an answer.

Once these demons killed the heavenly gods and got out, they would definitely stir up a bloody storm.

"Yes, it wouldn't be appropriate