Before dawn the noise of the martial preparation within Longka comes to the ears of Phra Ram.  Pipeck tells him that the new enemy is led by the royal brothers of Pangtan and advises that the monkey army should be commanded by Phra Ram himself, Phra Lak acting as his lieutenant.

The demon host that issues from Longka's gates shortly after the sunrise is even more monstrous in appearance than the ones that have preceded it.  Mounted for the most part on horses and elephants, but with many another outlandish beast in evidence, it is led by Sahatsadecha, King of Pangtan.  His figure unfailingly strikes terror into the heart of the most confident enemy.  His body is enormous and supports one thousand terrible heads.  From each of his one thousand mouths two fangs of white protrude, and as his other teeth are a green as grass, his rare smile is almost as much to be feared as his customary grimace.  His two thousand arms each support a weapon, and these clash together as he advances with more noise than a complete army makes on the move.  His chariot is enormous, partly because it has to bear his great weight but also because it must accommodate the many concubines without whom he never takes the field. Mulplam, his brother, is scarcely less terrifying in appearance, while Totsagan, King of Longka, who is accompanying his allies to the battlefield, is no sight for the timid, and all in all it may be said that the army pouring out of Longka on this occasion is as horrible as anything ever assembled in the Three Worlds.

No sooner has it cleared the city of Longka, however, than an odd and inauspicious event occurs.  Out of nowhere a strong wind springs up, whirling columns of dust into the air and throwing down broken branches onto the demon ranks.  The sky, which until this moment has been perfectly clear, is now covered with clouds so black and luring that the light is almost entirely blotted out.  Peals of thunder reverberate between heaven and earth, and a sudden vivid bolt of lightning darts downward, striking and damaging Totsagan's chariot.  No sooner has this happened than the storm passes, and the birds rise once more, singing in the clear and tranquil air.  But Totsagan recognizes the mishap as an ill omen, and with the concurrence of his allies, returns to the city.

Eager to come to grips with the enemy, the demon brothers lead their army briskly on until they come to favorable ground not far from the monkey camp.  There they dispose their forces for the coming battle, and wait confidently.