Collective Intelligence Mode

Zhang Yang, who never minded seeing a little more chaos, shifted comfortably on his krypton-gold super throne, then threw himself even more wholeheartedly into the role of an onlooker.

Tsk, actually, not everyone was qualified to be a proper onlooker. It required keeping track of the situation's overall development, viewing it from multiple angles with different points of emphasis, and accurately catching the off-screen narration. For example—a deep and meaningful, hoarse yet emotional off-screen narration:

"He's here, he's here, he's carrying Cuihua and running over! Big brother, big brother, welcome—"

Uh, wrong rhythm. It should have gone like this—

Off-screen narration: "All things multiply, and only the fittest survive. Throughout the natural world, competition between groups and individuals is everywhere. Such competition is so brutal that sometimes you have no choice but admit that what you just witnessed was a wildebeest migration from the African savanna—"

"But do you think this spectacle is the most magnificent one there is? Can the sight of millions of wildebeests racing along really leave you awestruck? Young man, that's because you haven't seen the migration of the Great Wood Demon. This is a battle of wits, a clash of civilizations, a yearning for life, and a hymn to freedom!"

"Under the leadership of their great, wise, ancient, and erudite Wood Demon King, they have just used their greatest wisdom to escape the most brutal and wicked fatso in this world. Ah! Ten thousand sentences wouldn't be able to describe even one ten-millionth of his wickedness! That's why you're able to witness this epic hymn of a free migration, worthy of being recorded in the annals of history."

"But do you think this is the end? In this dark world, countless evil and savage hunters are drooling rancid saliva, eagerly awaiting the arrival of such