To single-handedly level the forces of the Salvation Society was not a problem for him at that time.
"So... for the sake of my escape plan, oh Great Monarch, do hurry and admit to your age, let me inherit your throne." Thinking of this, Little Nian Beast sighed softly.
It squinted its eyes, silently gazing into the distance of the forest.
Since the Divine Chicken Demons started reporting, some time had already passed, and now it could faintly catch sight of the figure of the Year Beast Monarch.
After all, the Year Beast Monarch was so colossal that it even towered over the giant trees in the forest.
Looking into the distance, it was a gigantic purple-red lion, stepping slowly and firmly, its double pupils shining brightly in the light, its slightly bowed brow ridge emanating authority.
Yet the Monarch's body was covered with a patch of deep black mane, which Little Nian Beast had never seen before.
