He only felt a warm sensation across his face, and his body began to float.
At this moment, his fear reached its peak, but paradoxically, it felt like liberation. The mighty King of Chaos, now bleeding from all his senses, was scared to death on the spot.
But Monkey Wine didn't even glance at him, simply walking past his body and the Evil Heart Drum. At this moment, the sound of the flute gradually softened, its lingering notes sinking into the silent earth.
By now, he was also stepping, one by one, through the army tent, looking up to see a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, appearing faintly at the end. On the mountain, as if countless chilling gazes were looking down.
"Three months ago, we agreed to a duel."
Monkey Wine slowly lowered the flute, looked at the mountain, and with a calm expression, even with a hint of anticipation, said: "Now, I have come as promised."
"So, Guanshan Clan, are you ready to receive my magic?"
"..."
