There is no longer any possibility of failure.
Seated upon the throne high in the sky, Huang Tian was surveying the battle beneath his feet.
Though it was called a battle, in his eyes it seemed more like a jest. A battle of this scale was nothing more than a brawl among ants to him—although this battle did hold some significance, as the ants belonging to the opposing side were gradually heading in the direction he desired.
With each wave of despair, they had gradually lost their reverence for that monster.
This was precisely what Huang Tian intended to achieve; as long as these monkeys ceased to feed that monster's power, it didn't matter how many horseback monkeys died in the process—it was of little importance to him. After all, they were merely monkeys, akin to ants; their deaths would just bring him some peace.
"So, this time, will you come out?"
Thinking so, Huang Tian once again raised his hand towards those horseback monkeys below.
