Under the gloomy sky, the storm raged, and the wind howled even fiercer.
The flood on the ground did not recede with the death of the Black Dragon; instead, it became even more violent. It surged towards the mountains, engulfing the forests, and the water turned yellow, like muddy water.
Sun Wukong looked at Fu Xi, whose body was enveloped in a crimson light, like a blood-colored deity.
As the red light gradually faded, Fu Xi's eyes were completely scarlet.
Sun Wukong swung his staff, casting a brilliant shadow.
Fu Xi opened his hand, and the shadow of the staff flew into his palm like raindrops, condensing into a small round ball.
"Stronger."
*Sun Wukong thought to himself.*
The Buddha Beads adhered to Fu Xi, making his presence more than a hundred times stronger than the Black Dragon.
But they had not yet fully merged with Fu Xi's power.
