A Deal with the Monkey King
Four hours later, the thick scent of blood invaded his nostrils and the warm liquid stuck to the soles of his dark boots.
With each of his steps, a plopping sound echoed, and the divided or burnt remains of colossal serpents parted, showing the result of the carnage that had taken place in the damp cave.
Despite the beasts' strength, blade-like fangs dripping poison and numerical advantages, they had slaughtered them like a pack of wolves lunging on powerless sheep.
A wistful grin stretched his lips as he clenched and unclenched his fist before raising it above his head.
"Gather the corpses and bring them back to the territory."
As his subjects moved into action, Wukong's mischievous voice echoed from behind.
"What a surprise! I didn't think we'd meet here. Anyway, leave the carcasses. I can transport them if you give me ten percent of the cores."