"Master, watch me!"
The Six-Eared Macaque let out a vigorous shout, the Mind-Controlled Iron Staff in its hand also erupted with overwhelming power, capable of growing and shrinking at will. At a mere thought, the staff expanded dramatically, then swept through the mysterious army like a towering pillar crushing ants.
Not even a ripple was raised.
No matter how many there were, at this level, they were utterly insignificant.
"Heh, heh, two monkeys, can't tell what species you are, but you do have some skill. However, today you're destined to meet your end here and become phantoms of my clan."
In the midst of these sharp words, a Phantom Immortal Emperor attacked, its eyes cold, releasing a sharp, chilling laugh. Without seeing its figure, the void was suddenly torn apart, and two large hands reached directly for Sun Wukong and the Six-Eared Macaque—a hellish, earth-shattering grip of unimaginable power.
"You're just putting on a show!"
"Take my strike!"
