Although John said those words, his grip on his staff tightened.
He didn't know what the Treemonkey King would decide or whether this creature would be willing to collaborate.
If it worked, that would be ideal, but if not...
He gripped his staff even tighter; he might have to fight for his life.
He hadn't anticipated so many monsters being here; he had expected at most one platinum-tier Boss, but he hadn't foreseen the multitude of lesser creatures.
In fact, it wasn't the Treemonkey King that was the biggest problem but these smaller creatures.
The monkeys around him were already becoming restless, and even some spectators could no longer bear to watch.
"He must be crazy, thinking about collaborating with a Boss?"
"Exactly, Bosses and humans are natural enemies; how could they possibly cooperate?"
"Has he lost his mind? How can he tell the Boss this is a standalone event?"
"Surely the monsters here must know that too?"
