In the next moment, demonic flames surged and transformed into a Demon Flame Giant Dragon, blocking their path.
Sun Wukong's eyes narrowed, halting his steps. He stared at the Demon Flame Giant Dragon, knowing in his heart that the formidable entity Nezha spoke of had likely arrived.
Two figures appeared, both clad in dark gold armor, the design ancient and unlike any era within the Three Realms. The armor was marred with scars from blades and swords, imparting a sense of having weathered the vicissitudes of time.
These were two Supremes, merely from their attire, one could tell they had endured many bloody battles. The scars on the armor were testaments, and the great Dao left by powerful beings had, over time, become runes that enhanced the armor's power, now under their complete control, making the armor even more formidable.
Sun Wukong donned his armor, appearing powerful and extraordinary.
Holding the Jingu Bang, he pointed at the two and coldly said, "Get lost."
