Jiang Tang had already seen inside his Magical Treasure, and he felt that the three monkeys were just warming up at this time, with the stronger ones yet to appear.
He simply told the monkeys to be careful; after all, the three monkeys were his subordinates, and they couldn't die so quickly.
"Don't worry, Master, these crazy fools, the more they rush at us, the easier they fall," one of the monkey spirits said. It had its pride, and though it had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years, its temper was still haughty. It only submitted to one it recognized as superior.
The other two monkeys, without speaking, had already agreed with that one's statement. Although they weren't prevailing now, they wouldn't be defeated that easily.
They were considering whether to ask their master for weapons, feeling that relying solely on spells was a bit monotonous.
