Eternal Hell
Long ages had passed since the Eight Demon Sorcerers were sealed here.
Basha hovered in midair, her lower body a long tail fin.
Her brows were tightly furrowed. Her narrow eyes slowly opened, their pupils reflecting a scene somewhere in the human world.
"I felt it."
"Shendu's son."
"Xiao Long."
Her fingers tightened slightly, a droplet of water gathering at her fingertips, churning and changing shape in the purple light.
"He is using my authority."
"Water."
Po Kong sprawled atop a floating rock, her enormous body like a mountain of flesh.
Her belly was so large it almost drooped over the edge of the rock. Her short, thick arms hugged it as she let out muffled grunts.
"Hmph."
"That useless Shendu."
"Looks like he failed again. Now his son has taken his place."
Xiao Fung floated a short distance from Basha, his body round and bloated, his enormous mouth stretching from ear to ear.
He laughed.
"Hehehehe..."
"I felt it not long ago, too."
"Someone used my wind."
"But it disappeared again soon afterward."
He rubbed his short forelimbs together, a gleam of schadenfreude flashing in his toadlike eyes.
"Looks like Jackie Chan and the others took him out."
Hsi Wu sat cross-legged on a platform floating in the void. Of the brothers, his build was the closest to a human's.
He had dark gray skin and long, pointed ears, with a pair of enormous bat wings folded behind his back.
"You're right."
Hsi Wu picked up the thread, his voice cold and steady.
"The only one who could use that kind of magic against Xiao Long..."
"Was that old man."
As he uttered that name, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as though he had bitten into something disgusting.
"That old man who uses magic."
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