Chapter 9: Glimpse of the Incoming Enemy, Annihilation Crisis!

Despicable!

To launch a sneak attack with hidden weapons when someone is unprepared.

The brutish-faced man was careless, not dodging, and was directly sprinkled with lime, which moistened his eyes and instantly brought on waves of burning pain.

"Ahhhhh!"

Under the severe pain, the brutish-faced man closed his eyes and screamed miserably, swinging his large knife wildly, chopping several green wolves that were around him.

By this time, Sun Wukong had already retreated, weaving around the brutish-faced man, his monkey eyes darting about, seeking for an opening.

But this time it was not just the brutish-faced man; among the wolves, there were also three Werewolves. They hadn't shown themselves because they were following the brutish-faced man's orders, leading parts of the wolf pack in three groups from the west, south, and north, surrounding them from all directions.

They were harboring the intention to wipe out the monkey tribe.

So, when Sun Wukong managed a successful sneak attack and was about to follow up on his victory, the three Werewolves, along with their wolf descendants, surrounded them from the southwest, each one with a ferocious face, revealing a cruel smile to the monkey tribe.

Glancing around, Sun Wukong's face turned exceedingly ugly in an instant.

He had been careless, he had underestimated these demons, not expecting them to have such cunning strategies.

Empiricism kills monkeys. Thinking that by reading a few novels one could cunningly scheme, it was simply overestimating oneself.

Now, it had not only endangered the monkey tribe, but he was also done for. It was time to set the table.

Retreating with his rod, Sun Wukong returned to the monkey tribe, somewhat afraid to meet their gaze and then sighed, "Sigh~, I caused all this. If we had relocated earlier..."

The long-armed black ape also felt somewhat desperate, but did not blame Sun Wukong, speaking mournfully, "Relocate? Where else could we relocate to? Over these years we have constantly been moving, our numbers dwindling more and more, until now this scant few, perhaps this is the fate of our Mount Huaguo monkey tribe!"

"Nonsense fate. I only believe in the iron rod in my hands!" At this moment, the white ape's voice rose, behind him followed the weak, each holding sharp wood, brought to the battlefield, "Giving up before the final moment? Sun Wukong, I suddenly regret making you the Monkey King. You're just cowardly!"

The long-armed black ape remained silent.

Maybe that was what he thought too!

Sun Wukong had no response. He indeed was afraid because he had always been someone who cherished his own life.

Just now, he had even thought about seizing the chaos to flee.

But looking around at the trembling bodies of the monkeys, still glaring ferociously at the wolf pack, in this moment he thought of many things, and some selfish thoughts in his heart began to waver.

"Scared already?" The brutish-faced man had already cleaned out the lime, and with a pair of blood-red eyes, he watched Sun Wukong, his face wearing a triumphant and fierce smile, "If you surrender without a fight, maybe I would be kind enough to leave your body intact... Hahaha!"

"Hoo~"

That moment, Sun Wukong took a deep breath. After making a certain decision, he no longer felt as much fear in his heart.

Heh heh!

It was his first time in this lifetime wanting to fight to the death!

For whom?

Heh… Who knows?

Pointing the iron rod in his hand towards the wolf pack, then turning to look at the brutish-faced man and the three Werewolves, Sun Wukong suddenly grinned, "All monkeys heed my command, follow me, and fight to the death with me. We must carve out a path of life for our Mount Huaguo monkey tribe!"

"Good!"

The long-armed black ape and the white ape nodded, standing behind Sun Wukong with the rest of the monkeys, each holding a wooden stick at both sides, then took a deep breath and shouted their battle cry.

"Battle!!"

"Battle!!!!!"

The monkeys responded instantly, feeling their blood boil.

"Fight to the death!!"

The two apes raised their sticks and shouted loudly.

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death......"

The group of monkeys echoed, their morale skyrockets tremendously, as if they had the momentum of a thousand troops.

The group of monkeys cast aside life and death, radiating a fierce aura that disturbed the wolf pack instinctively.

Used to constant fighting, the wolf pack could distinguish the state of their prey, and the current state of the monkey tribe was the last thing they wanted to face. Even if they could win, it would likely come at a terribly heavy cost in the end.

The wolves hesitated, but the brutish-faced man did not care. In his eyes, they were all just beasts. If they died, they died. As long as the mission was accomplished, it was worth it no matter how many died.

Thus, he beheaded a retreating green wolf with a swing of his sword, and said fiercely, "I want to see who dares to retreat. Attack! Tear them all to pieces!"

The werewolves were terrified, and the faces of the three werewolves turned frighteningly grim. Yet, pressed by the barbaric man's... intimidation, they could only grit their teeth to launch an attack, pouring all their wrath onto this group of monkeys.

"Awooo~"

"Oooh ahhhhhhhh........."

Wolf's howls mingled with monkey cries, a fierce aura filled the air, and with the leader's command, the two tribes finally clashed in a fury-filled slaughter.

"Kill!!!"

At the site, leading the monkey tribe with Sun Wukong at the helm, they formed a triangular assault formation, swinging their rods and managing to tear a path through the seething wolf tide, slowly moving westward.

The barbaric man did not join the battle, as such a chaotic fight was dangerous. If he were not careful and got caught up in the monkey horde and attacked en masse, even he might capsize in the gutter, which would not be worth the loss.

The barbaric man's thoughts fluctuated, simply watching the battle from the sidelines.

There were wolves to wear down now, and he believed those monkeys would soon be wiped out; after that, he would step in and take care of the remaining three monkeys himself.

No rush!

But while he was not in a hurry, his three werewolf followers were extremely agitated, witnessing their offspring and kin dying one after another, unable to stand it any longer.

"Kill!!!"

In the end, they could not bear it and rushed into the fray without asking the barbaric man for instructions.

The barbaric man shook his head slightly, a mocking smile hanging on his lips, "Fine! Let them hasten the battle, so as not to waste my precious time!"

He surveyed the scene.

The three werewolves were seen quickly merging into the battlefield.

The monkey camp surged forward, madness reigned among the green wolves, and Sun Wukong and the other monkeys had blood-red eyes, also filled with murderous rage.

"Be careful!"

In the chaos of battle, a sudden scream came from behind, followed by a shadow pouncing forward. Sun Wukong felt a heat on his face and then saw a long-armed black ape fall painfully. In front of him, a steel knife pierced through the chest, impaling the heart.

"No!"

With a swing of his rod, Sun Wukong knocked the attacking werewolf flying and held the blood-drenched long-armed black ape, who still managed to smile at him, his eyes instantly blurred with tears.

"I... I... will go ahead... Your Majesty!"

With those words, the long-armed black ape's head drooped, and he breathed his last in Sun Wukong's arms.

"Roar~"

Sun Wukong roared with anger, the rage that had been accumulating in his heart bursting forth uncontrollably, his eyes instantly reddened.

"Ahhhhh.........."

Remembering the times he had shared with the long-armed black ape, though brief, had brought him the warmth of a family. He was like a taciturn older brother, too trusting of others, always silently nodding in agreement when others spoke, as if he believed everything said to him.

And yet, such a good big brother had been killed protecting him.

"Damn heavens! Why do you have to do this to me, why......"

Sun Wukong's bloodshot eyes looked skyward as he screamed in despair. From his petite figure erupted a powerful surge of spiritual charm fluctuations, and in that moment, the silver-hooped iron rod shone with a golden light, forming a golden halo around it.

Today.

I, Sun Wukong, am willing to give my all for the safety of my tribe.

Even if it means death.

I have no regrets!

"Your Majesty!"

The white ape suddenly rushed over, followed by the hunting team, now only five left. Despite their dire situation, not a trace of fear showed on their faces.

As wolves flooded their surroundings, they were sent flying by a swing of a golden rod.

The white ape wanted to speak, but Sun Wukong cut him off, his voice leaving no room for doubt, "I will tear open a blood path soon. You must protect our people and leave. Do not fail my expectations."

Without waiting for the white ape to respond, he charged first into the pack of wolves.

The golden iron rod wreaked havoc, instantly turning countless green wolves into mincemeat; even the werewolf that had ambushed them could not escape its fate, being singled out by Sun Wukong, whose rod exploded its wolf head.

"Hahahaha..."

Sun Wukong laughed wildly, his eyes furious as he pointed his rod at the wolf pack, "I am Sun Wukong of the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit! Who dares to battle me!"