Time passed quietly.
That day, Yang Fan was resting with his eyes closed when Yang Er's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Master, we have reached the enemy's Divine Kingdom Core region."
The moment the words fell, Yang Fan's eyes snapped open. Without the slightest hesitation, he focused his mind, and his consciousness instantly crossed over along the coordinates.
In the next moment, his vision abruptly expanded, and he was already standing above that Foreign-Race Divine Kingdom.
Before him stood a Demon Monkey army that had been forcibly gathered together.
Six Qi Refining Realm Demon Monkeys stood at the very front. Though their auras were powerful, they carried an underlying instability, clearly indicating that they had been hastily cultivated.
Behind them were densely packed Entry-Rank Demon Monkeys, though their total number had fallen below One hundred million. Their formation was scattered, and their momentum was far inferior to before.
Farther back was a scene of near chaos.
Four to five hundred million ordinary Demon Monkeys had been forcibly driven to one side of the mountains, packed together into a dark tide of monkeys. Even juvenile Demon Monkeys that had yet to mature had been crammed into the ranks, gripping crude wooden clubs and letting out disorderly chattering cries.
That was no longer an army. It was more like a race forced to the brink of extinction.
Yang Fan only needed One glance to understand completely—the enemy had no way out.
They had thrown every force they could possibly muster into One final desperate gamble.
Yang Fan fell silent for a moment. His gaze slowly swept across this familiar yet unfamiliar battlefield, and an indescribable feeling rose within him.
During the Midterm Exam, he had been the one being hunted.
Millions of Demon Monkeys had swept toward him, forcing him to