Damon Six-Ears tore through the sky like a wild beast, his targets shifting—Tripitaka one moment, the sun the next, then the Emerald.
The Golden Staff swept across a mountain, shearing off its peak. It crashed into the ocean, raising a tsunami. It scythed through the plains, carving out valleys...
Heaven and earth constantly changed shape—roars, collisions, a cacophony of sounds intermingled. Under the raging currents, sand, seawater, and drifting clouds churned in every corner. The world itself was thrown into chaos.
The whole world was mad—transformed into a living hell. Not to mention ordinary beings, even cultivators like Anna Yang and Clara Heart were as helpless as falling leaves, able only to keep their footing with every ounce of strength.
The crack running down the Emerald widened step by step.
Inside the Emerald, Monkey pounded against the unyielding wall, shrieking. Yet the outside world seemed utterly severed from him—no one could hear his voice.
“Hahahaha, what can you protect? What can you protect?” In the storm, Damon Six-Ears’ voice echoed across heaven and earth, chilling as a midnight wail.
Mother Nuwa, running herself ragged, was already nearing exhaustion.
In the sky, Heavenly Tribulation growled low, silently gathering strength, waiting for its two prey to burn through the last of their power.
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