"Let's advance another hundred miles and then set up camp," the North Lion King said gravely, his mood deflated after his defeat by the Six-Eared Macaque, unable to muster any enthusiasm.
Just earlier, he had been boasting so much to the Demon King of Bull; it was utterly embarrassing!
He decided he would never boast in front of the bull again.
Too unlucky!
The Demon King of Bull nodded, then began commanding the demon army to move forward.
The emergence of the Six-Eared Macaque had severely dampened their morale, causing the entire army to seem listless.
"Although the Demon Emperor's mighty power reaches the heavens, and it is hard to find a rival in the world, the old ancestors of the demon tribe have too deep a foundation, truly a gathering of powerful beings," the Demon King of Bull sighed inwardly, reminded of his days living in the Southern Domain as the revered demon lord.
Those were the days of true contentment!
...
The next morning.
