Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield.
Although Yang Fan's army advanced slowly, it suffered almost no significant casualties.
Instead, the Demon Monkey legion kept falling, their bodies piling up throughout the forest.
At the rear of the battlefield, Yang Er led the foreign-domain collectors closely behind.
They advanced while skillfully packaging the spoils of war.
The Demon Monkey corpses were swiftly carried away the moment they fell.
The entire process flowed seamlessly, as though it had been rehearsed countless times.
"My God, the Alien Race is far too powerful. What should we do?"
At the Divine Kingdom Core, a Foundation Establishment Realm Vajra King Monkey knelt on the ground, his face filled with anxiety.
Qitian swept his gaze across the battlefield before slowly speaking.
"Up ahead lies the Thorn Jungle, a special spiritual plant I personally cultivated millions of years ago."
"After growing for so many years, it has long become the Divine Kingdom's strongest natural defense."
"Deliver my Divine Oracle. All believers are to retreat immediately. Do not make meaningless sacrifices."
"Lead them into the Thorn Jungle."
"Yes, my God!"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Divine Kingdom.
Six enormous Flesh Calamity Broodmothers were slowly moving forward.
Each resembled a living Flesh Mountain, constantly writhing as it emitted a nauseating stench of decay.
Whenever a Vajra King Monkey appeared, several Zombie Kings would leap from the Flesh Calamity Broodmothers.
They never fought head-on. Instead, they did everything possible to inflict wounds.
Scratches, bites, torn flesh.
Then they deliberately let their opponents leave.
As though they did not care at all whether their prey escaped.
Yang Shi stood atop one of the Flesh Calamity Broodmothers, watching the Demon Monkeys flee in disarray as the corners of his lips slowly rose.
"Run..."
"The farther, the better."
"Better