Xuanzang spoke calmly.
The two trails of black tears at the corners of the Wind and Moon Demon's eyes had reached her jaw, slowly drawing two dark streaks along her pale skin.
She stared at Xuanzang, then gradually stretched her lips into a grin, a low chuckle rolling from her throat.
"No hurry?"
"You haven't finished talking?"
She raised a hand and wiped her jaw with the pad of a finger.
"If you tell me not to hurry, I should just obey?"
"Why should I listen to you?!"
Her shrill voice exploded.
The trident abruptly flipped in her palm, and she thrust its points down hard toward the long stairway.
The gray sun shuddered violently, its black threads like harp strings suddenly pulled taut.
Below the long stairway, the women who had stood frozen began moving again.
Mothers released their daughters' hands.
Female soldiers drew the long sabers at their waists.
They all took a step forward.
Tap!
The entire tide of people advanced as one.
Wukong's face darkened at once.
"This trick again."
Before he finished speaking, the crowd abruptly picked up speed. The female soldiers charged up the long stairway, blades slashing down at him.
Wukong frowned and put away the Golden Cudgel, letting the blades strike his body amid a wild chorus of metallic clangs.
More than a dozen long sabers flew into the air at once.
But though their blades were gone,
the women did not stop.
As though they could feel no pain at all, the female soldiers kept lunging at him with empty hands after losing their weapons.
Wukong could only use the Immobilization Spell again. He raised his hand and pointed.
"Freeze!"
The dozen or so people in front abruptly stopped moving.
But he never expected to hold them in place.
Sure enough,