"Master, forgive me!" Sun Wukong slung the limp Tang Monk over his shoulder, then pulled out a handful of hairs, chewed them in his mouth, and spat them out.
"Transform!"
Several hundred clones identical to Sun Wukong instantly appeared in the great hall, surrounding the Golden Winged Great Peng and the Green Mane Lion Monster, who had just regained their footing.
"Brother Monkey... take Chu Yang with you..." Tang Monk lay weakly across Sun Wukong's back, tears streaming down his face as he cried out.
"Rest assured, Master. I, Old Sun, will never leave him behind!" Carrying Tang Monk, Sun Wukong flipped through the air to Chu Yang's side, scooped up the unconscious Chu Yang, and tucked him under his arm.
"Monkey! Don't run!" Seeing the hundreds of Sun Wukong clones around him, the Golden Winged Great Peng was furious beyond measure. With a savage beat of his wings, a golden gale instantly tore dozens of clones to pieces.
"Old demon, take your time playing with I, Old Sun's monkey descendants! I'm off!"
Sun Wukong gave a wild laugh. With Tang Monk on his shoulder and Chu Yang under his arm, a Somersault Cloud instantly formed beneath his feet. It became a golden meteor, smashing through the heavy dome of the Central Palace and racing toward the endless sky beyond Lion Camel Ridge, leaving only the helpless, furious roars of the Three Great Demon Kings in the ruined hall.
The gale shrieked past his ears like wailing ghosts and howling wolves. Sun Wukong had driven the Somersault Cloud to its absolute limit, its golden vapor trailing a long streak across the heavens. Yet that heart-chilling Demon Qi clung to them like a shadow and was drawing closer and closer.
Sun Wukong looked back and saw a golden cloud mass spreading