Looking at the Six-Eared Macaque, Sun Wukong didn't know what to do for a moment. It was certain that the Six-Eared Macaque now was definitely not the original Six-Eared Macaque. Many things must have happened during his disappearance. Honestly, Sun Wukong couldn't even be sure if the person in front of him was truly the Six-Eared Macaque or someone else who looked like him.
"Forget about it. It's not the final moment yet, and I don't know how to face this. Flame God, can you do me a favor and let this go this time?" The Six-Eared Macaque had just instantly killed the Flame God once, and the Flame God was not someone who would easily forgive a life-threatening grudge. "Heh heh, it's doable, but next time, I must beat him up real good. You know I am the last one of the Burst Phoenix Clan. If I die, the clan will go extinct." Sun Wukong gratefully patted the Flame God on the shoulder and then turned to Nuwa, saying, "Your Majesty Nuwa, what are your plans, Crimson Army?"
