The Long Awaited Fight

The Skies of the Pangu Realm—Breaking Apart

Above Devil's Peak, the sky shuddered.

At first, it was a subtle shift—like the heavens themselves were holding their breath. But then—

Crack.

A jagged tear ripped through the sky, stretching wide like a festering wound in reality itself. Scarlet lightning flashed, illuminating the dark abyss beyond the rift.

And from that abyss—they came.

The first to emerge were the monstrosities.

Massive, grotesque things with twisted, shifting forms—some with dozens of writhing limbs, others with faceless heads that split open into gaping maws. Their bodies were dripping with corruption, their presence alone causing the very air to distort.

The moment they arrived, the entire Pangu Realm trembled.

Nezha's grip tightened around his spear. "Tch… Disgusting things."

Sun Wukong spun his staff over his shoulder, lips curled in mild disgust. "I hate looking at these things."