The battle at the Western Heavenly Gate rages on, Heavenly Soldiers and Generals shout and kill, shaking the heavens, but indeed, the situation is irretrievable.
For miles around, the clouds were whipped into frenzy by the wind of Sun Wukong's staff.
In the midst of the struggle, dazzling spell light followed closely behind Sun Wukong's figure, exploding in all directions, yet they could never harm him.
Instead, wherever the wind from the staff passed, the pavilions and towers of the Heavenly Palace that had stood for tens of thousands of years, along with the jade trees and exquisite flowers, were all destroyed in an instant.
A few Fire Gods screamed as they flew past Heavenly King Li, who looked back and saw the dimming immortal light on their bodies.
"I refuse to believe that there's no way to deal with you!"
He gritted his teeth and summoned the Linglong Treasure Tower.
"You demon monkey, stop your arrogance!"
