At once, the soldiers halted their attack and took a couple of steps back.
The Monkey King breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the soldiers stopping their attack.
He fell on his knee as he couldn't maintain his standing any longer. He was in so much pain that if he didn't find some rare fruits or flowers, the injuries would probably still kill him.
"You said you know of many rare resources, and you can make wine that boosts cultivation?" The voice asked.
"Yes. Yes. Please don't kill me."
"If what you're saying is the truth, we won't kill you."
"I'm telling the truth," he quickly added.
Just then, the tranquil grassland began to tremble. The surrounding trees began to shake vehemently.
The soldiers creased their brows and frowned. They felt a powerful aura pressing down on their bodies.
Suddenly, those with lower cultivation fell on their knees with beads of sweat on their faces.
