Ever since joining the war, this zombie army had been prowling along the edges of the battlefield.
Their task was to spread poison and pollute the Divine Kingdom's environment.
They had never directly clashed with any high-level alien believers.
Now that they finally had the chance to set foot on the true main battlefield, they naturally could no longer suppress their fighting spirit and curiosity.
Meanwhile, the main battlefield had advanced all the way to the Divine Kingdom Core.
The once-prosperous Vajra King Monkey Divine Kingdom had long since withered away.
Large numbers of adult warriors had been slaughtered on the Frontline. Even young monkeys who had yet to mature were forcibly drafted into battle.
Now, fewer than a hundred million survivors remained in the entire Divine Kingdom.
All that remained were the old, weak, sick, and crippled, dragging out their wretched existence.
Above the Divine Kingdom's sky, a phantom slowly condensed.
Qitian stood between heaven and earth. His once-golden monkey fur had turned entirely white, and he looked as if he had aged tens of thousands of years in an instant.
With his believers dying on a massive scale and the foundation of his Divine Kingdom damaged, he, as a god, had naturally suffered a violent backlash.
"Humans..."
His voice was hoarse, carrying exhaustion and a deathly resolve he could not conceal.
"I lost."
"Before I completely perish, could you show yourself and meet me?"
The moment his words fell, space twisted slightly.
Yang Fan's consciousness descended directly above the Divine Kingdom Core through the Divine Kingdom channel.
Qitian looked up, his gaze falling upon Yang Fan. His expression was complicated beyond measure.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked softly.
"My name is Yang Fan. I'm a third-year student of the Human Race's Primordial Academy," Yang Fan answered calmly,