The water monkeys that were everywhere on the mountain could be considered an unenlightened race, just slightly wiser than those fierce beasts that had not yet begun to muddle through life.
The terrifying thunder that filled the mountains fell from the sky with a boom, striking the ground, and the faces of the water monkeys flickered with horror. They kept kowtowing, their foreheads were bloodied, their bodies trembling, and they muttered something unintelligible.
The few who dared to look up at the sky were quickly pressed to the ground by their elders, their expressions even more panicked.
By the time Yang Zhen leaped into the air, countless water monkeys had already died.
Zhou Tong sprang out from the crowd, his face full of ridiculous expressions, and shouted at Yang Zhen, "Kid, do you know what kind of heavenly punishment this is? To rush up there is simply to seek death!"
