As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of domineering chaos fire surged from Sun Wukong's hand, engulfing the black flying bird. The black flying bird couldn't even last a breath, screamed miserably, and was burned to ashes.
"My black crow!"
The purple headband was furious, glaring at Sun Wukong with eyes full of killing intent, roaring, "Damn thief! I'll tear you to pieces!"
With the flip of his hand, two large hammers appeared in his grasp, clashing them together, sending a sound wave towards Sun Wukong.
"Thief? My spoils of war were stolen by you, who's the real thief?"
Sun Wukong sneered coldly, the next second his figure blurred, skimming the edge of the sound wave, rushing towards the purple headband. "But it doesn't matter, I'll soon retrieve them from your corpse myself!"
"Take this staff!"
