Multiple factions from the Yaoling Mountain Range, reeking of killing intent, marched on Monkey Mountain.
Meanwhile, the disturbance on Monkey Mountain was even greater. The ever-intensifying aura of a Snake King seethed, and a celestial phenomenon manifested—the sky turned dark, filled with thunder and lightning.
The Ape King, leader of his generation of the Monkey Race, guarded the cave entrance. His human-like body and monkey face bore an extremely grave expression.
Just a short while ago, the Ape King had summoned all the Spirit Monster-level Little Demons of the Monkey Race to form a tight, three-layered siege around the cave.
A quick count revealed their numbers to be in the tens of thousands. This was the full fighting strength of the entire Monkey Race.
"Brother, are you really mobilizing our entire race just to kill a snake? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"
