No one replied. There was only silence.
The surrounding mountains were shattered and stained with blood. Apparently, a great battle had taken place some time ago. Some mountaintops had been sliced off clean—it was obvious that a battle between peerless experts had transpired here.
"Whitey, grandpa is back! Come out if you dare or I'll beat you to death!" the Donkey King hollered.
His courage had increased by leaps and bounds with Chu Feng standing behind him. He challenged the enemy to battle without fear. He hated the White Shark King to the bones because the latter had tortured him into a miserable condition.
There were many blood-stained leaves on the ground but the experts had long since left this area.
"Lead the way until we find them," Chu Feng said.
"Very well. I can't swallow this breath until we kill that white-haired shark." The Donkey King nodded fearlessly. This was one of the rare occasions where he wasn't trying to run away.