Water God!

Jason's mournful howl echoed across the plaza. But people were more concerned with the danger to their own lives, so no one paid attention to Jason. Quite a few people on the plaza had already begun slowly backing away, moving away from the altar at the center—or rather, away from Sun Wukong on the altar!

Victor had already noticed the crowd's unrest. He immediately gave Mania a look, then swiftly vanished, off to do who knew what. Mania gave Victor a firm nod, then flew into the air and roared angrily, "He's only one man! Let's unite and fight this demon together! Kill him! Only by killing him can we survive!"

Mania was not merely shouting empty words. He truly charged forward without fear of death. Three pitch-black, bottomless vortices appeared behind him, and three dead puppets wrapped in tattered black cloth, each wielding a weapon, crawled out of them. Under Mania's control, they charged straight at Sun Wukong. Of the three dead puppets, one carrying a massive iron hammer was clearly skilled in close combat and rushed in to engage him. The other two, an archer and a mage, launched attacks from farther away. This time, Mania had revealed every trump card he had been keeping hidden.

Lamb, Monon, and the others attacked as well. All manner of attacks surged from their hands and converged upon Pilgrim Sun. At the same time, An Li, the alchemist hidden in the shadows, immediately turned the magic array's energy output to its maximum—An Li even used the Philosopher's Stone, which she had obtained only after untold effort! Though it was merely a tiny rose-red crystal the size of a fingernail clipping, An Li's heartache was beyond words. Everything was to buy Victor time.

Only once Victor summoned the Water God would their