The sunlight enveloped the Great Wilderness Border Village and the Great Mountain. It was exactly noon, and the sunlight was particularly dazzling as the sun hung high in the distant sky.
The sun was like a radiant pearl, releasing endless brilliance that illuminated the entire land. A deep roar echoed across the earth, carrying a thick sense of ferocity.
In an instant, a blood-red aura raged wildly at the path leading into the Great Mountain from the Great Wilderness Border Village. A black stone rod continuously hammered the white barrier before it, causing the ground to tremble.
Now.
The core forces of the monkey troop within the Great Mountain had all been slaughtered. Heads kept rolling on the ground, perpetually exuding a sense of unwillingness.
The White Ape never imagined that it would result in such an outcome now. Aside from itself, no other demon monkey survived.
"Boom---Boom----Boom----"
