In the deepest part of Beast King Valley.
Inside a cave.
A giant bear sat on a stone, holding a cup of fine wine in its left hand and a chunk of fatty meat in its right. It took a swig of the wine, then a bite of the meat, smacking its lips contentedly, a look of enjoyment on its face.
Wine and meat, such great pleasures of life.
"Your Majesty," a monkey rushed in.
"How's it going? Are all those human cultivators dead?" the giant bear asked indifferently.
"More than half are dead or injured…"
"Hmm?" The bear's expression darkened. "Only more than half dead?"
"Your Majesty, you may not know this, but those human cultivators are quite formidable…"
"How formidable can they be?"
"They…"
"Pass on my command, tell the ferocious beasts to increase their attack power, and ensure that all humans are killed before night falls," the giant bear said coldly.
"Yes." The monkey accepted the command and left.
"Bang!"