"Ha ha..."
"You started this trouble. How did it become our fault?
The entire continent knows that the Black Stone Mountain Range is our territory. You filthy centipedes who can't stand the light dare come here and stir up trouble?
Let me tell you the truth: if you don't give everyone a satisfactory explanation today, there will be no need for you to exist the next time we meet!"
King Tianqing said mockingly.
Mutual destruction was out of the question; deliberately picking a fight was the real goal.
There were far too many magical beast races, with countless natural enemies among them. They simply lacked the ability to contend for dominance over the continent.
Every Holy Domain magical beast understood this. No one was foolish enough to want to rule the continent, because they could not even get past their own internal conflicts.
Not competing for continental supremacy did not mean they would do nothing.
The continent was in such chaos now. If they did not do something, the turmoil would sooner or later spread to the magical beast race.
The Giant Centipede race had broken the rules and directly become the target chosen to kill the chicken and scare the monkeys.
If they had not already intended to make trouble, the magical beast army would not have come knocking the moment the Giant Centipedes broke the rules.
After all, with the two major camps of the Aslant Continent facing off against each other, there were not many suitable chickens to slaughter.
They had not wiped them out directly because the magical beasts wanted to show off their strength to the outside world.
In a sense, the bigger the storm the Giant Centipede race stirred up across the continent afterward, the more successful their display of power would be.
Faced