"Sun! Wu! Kong!"
The three icy cold words, as if from the Nine Nether Hell, echoed from Wu Sanxiong's mouth. Given his familiarity with Sun Wukong, although it was just a fleeting glance, Wu Sanxiong still recognized the iron rod as Sun Wukong's Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod. This must be Sun Wukong's doing!
Turning back to the stairs, Wu Sanxiong noticed that the Fire-Armored Devouring Divine Insects did not chase up the steps, there seemed to be something above the stairs that frightened them immensely, and they were swiftly retreating.
Of the more than a hundred people who entered the barrier, only a handful were lucky enough to exit, and each of them was injured, while the rest perished in the passage, becoming part of a pile of white bones.
