Sun Wukong and the others had never truly left the area.
All this time, they had been hiding near the cave abode of the Gold Horn King and the Silver Horn King.
When they heard the lesser demons shouting, Sun Wukong and the others hurried over, worried that Tang Sanzang and Little White Dragon Ao Tong might come to harm.
Once they arrived, they saw the Silver Horn King with blood all over his face.
"What on earth happened? Why do I feel like my brain can't keep up?"
At the sight, Sun Wukong's face filled with bewilderment.
Seriously, could someone tell him what had happened?
Why was the Silver Horn King attacking the lesser demons under his own command?
"Silver Horn King, have you lost your mind?"
Although Sun Wukong did not consider himself particularly clever, this situation was far beyond anything he had expected.
He had never given much thought to what Tang Sanzang had asked them to do earlier.
After all, as far as Sun Wukong and the others were concerned, they had merely put some pressure on the Silver Horn King.
Sun Wukong and the others had never imagined that their earlier actions had already become part of Tang Sanzang's scheme against the Silver Horn King!
Hearing Sun Wukong's voice, the Silver Horn King, whose eyes had been blinded by slaughter, slowly regained a measure of reason.
But when he saw that the speaker was Sun Wukong, the very fellow who had humiliated him before, his newly recovered reason collapsed in an instant.
"You actually dare show your face before me again! Die!"
The crazed Silver Horn King cared about nothing and had no intention of stopping. He charged wildly at Sun Wukong.
"You're courting death! Was the lesson we gave you last time not enough?"