Solid white fist shadows continuously collided with frequent lightning, breaking apart, even many striking the White Dragon.
The violent wind grew even more piercing, carrying large raindrops that pelted the ground like a blanket.
In a world of bleak white lightning, with dense curtains of rain, the audience seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the two of them locked in solitary battle.
Sun Wukong's body was covered in scars, his clothes soaked and tattered, yet he didn't care.
The White Dragon's eyes were bloodshot, its hair and beard bristled, unceasingly controlling the lightning to strike.
The resonance of Spells echoed across the heavens and earth, when suddenly, a dazzling beam of light slashed through the dark clouds.
The White Dragon let out a brief, painful cry as bright red blood scattered across the sky.
"Got you!"
Sun Wukong suddenly grasped the dragon's horn, mounting the White Dragon.
"Let go of me!"
