The King's Death Ignites a Fierce Battle

Boom!

Everything seemed frozen amid the explosion.

Fu Junlin seemed able to see Ba Dawang's innocent, guileless smile just before his body shattered.

He could not imagine that this would be the last time he saw that smile.

What a pity.

Before Fu Junlin's tears could even fall, he was blasted off his feet and sent rolling far away.

Ba Xiaomei felt her mind roar in an instant, Ba Dawang's final words endlessly echoing beside her ears.

Like an inescapable curse.

Because she had realized that it was Ba Dawang's last voice.

The war had begun.

We had no choice.

Even after being blasted away and crashing heavily onto the ground, Ba Xiaomei still could not believe that Ba Dawang had ended himself this way.

The dust filling the sky gradually dispersed.

Fu Junlin stood dumbly in the empty battlefield like a clay statue.

Then his breathing began to quicken, and his entire body started trembling violently!

Bulging veins crawled from Fu Junlin's neck up his face and eyes, spreading to his temples.

The normal eye was veined with blood, making it appear just as scarlet.

He slowly turned toward the Controller.

At this moment, the Controller still seemed puzzled by Ba Dawang's self-destruction. He seemed unable to understand why humans would kill themselves.

But unlike Fu Junlin—

The eyes of the thirty-some people from Little Monkey Mountain could no longer be called red.

They were red-black!

They felt an overwhelming Battle Intent. It was Ba Dawang's final will.

Perhaps outsiders could not feel it. Perhaps Shi Hongyu and Ling Xiaobing could not feel it. Perhaps even Fu Junlin could not feel it.

But they could.

Lin Long trembled violently as he reached up and touched the corner of his eye.

A drop of red liquid smeared onto his hand,