Northern Continent, a vast army encamped in the valley.
That was the Bull Demon King's Expeditionary Army, surrounded by the allied forces of ten countries, and it had been ten days.
In the afternoon, Macaque King arrived at the valley.
Seeing him after two hundred years, the feelings of the Demon Saints were quite different.
"Big brother's noodle flavor is still the same."
Macaque King finished his bowl of noodles and said nonchalantly.
The Demon Saints exchanged glances: "It's over, even after two hundred years without eating it, the noodles couldn't bring him to tears; Great Saint's spell is too powerful."
To strip the demons of the Demon Kingdom of fifty years of emotions was incredibly cruel.
But it was their own fault for choosing the wrong side in the past.
The Demon Saints felt sympathy for Macaque King, but couldn't blame Sun Wukong for being merciless.
Fifty years is neither long nor short, but it is the punishment that Macaque King deserves.
"Worthy brother."