The monkey troop busied themselves until the sky began to brighten, not returning to camp until Sun Wukong led them back. Under the shadow of crisis, every face was taut with tension, seizing the time to rest, devoid of the usual frolicking and skirmishing.
The jungle suddenly became quiet.
Even the birds and beasts that usually called out at dawn were eerily absent.
The rising sun cast its golden light on three monkeys at the edge of the jungle, warming them and causing them to exhale a breath of white air.
They had been on guard all night; it was indeed cold.
But why had no enemy appeared yet? Could it be that the new king had guessed wrong?
Thud, thud, thud...
Right at that moment, a series of rapid running sounds arose. The three monkeys climbed up for a better view and saw, several miles away, a wave of green rushing toward them, kicking up clouds of dust along the way and instantly engulfing the obstacles in its path.
"Werewolves!"
"The werewolf pack is coming!"
"Quick, go inform the Great Saint..."
The three scouts cried out in alarm, their legs giving way beneath the overwhelming ferocity of the approaching werewolf pack, almost causing them to fall from the tree in fright.
Fortunately, they didn't let their fear make them forget their duty. As the werewolf pack neared within a mile, they raised their heads and let out a monkey screech, relaying the information into the forest.
"Hoo ahhhhh..."
"Hoo ahhhh..."
One after another, the sounds of monkey calls filled the forest; agile figures swiftly climbed, quickly finding their respective positions and hiding high among the leaves.
By then, the werewolf pack had followed the scent into the trap zone set by the monkey troop. At first, they were unharmed until, just before a clearing, a vanguard blue wolf accidentally stepped on a monkey trap, and in a panic, fell into it.
Splash~
Plunk, plunk, plunk...
It set off a chain reaction, with more werewolves falling into traps one after another. The stakes below were sharp and instantly pierced through their wolf bodies.
"Awooo~"
"Awooo awooo..."
The blue wolf vanguard howled in agony.
The werewolves behind, unaware of the situation, howled to urge the vanguard forward, not slowing their pace and falling into the deadly traps the monkey troop had set.
"Damn it, what exactly happened up ahead? Go and check immediately!"
A brutish-faced man rode atop a giant wolf, his face quivering as he picked up a Werewolf beside him and threw it forward.
The thrown Werewolf was small and agile. It twisted its body in mid-air and landed lightly ahead of the pack.
Looking ahead, it saw pits and holes everywhere, thickly dotted and filled with blue wolves.
These were the traps of the monkey tribe, dense with lethal stakes.
The Werewolf's expression turned ugly, as most of those blue wolves were his offspring. Before even seeing the monkey troop, they had already suffered heavy casualties. How could he accept this?
By then, the brutish-faced man had already approached on his giant wolf, asking in a buzzing tone, "What exactly is going on?"
The Werewolf's eyes flashed coldly as he looked down and said, "It's the monkey tribe's traps. Over a hundred blue wolves are dead or injured. We've lost a fifth of our combat strength!"
The brutish-faced man's expression turned icy upon hearing this. The wolf beneath him suddenly whimpered as the man forcefully broke its ribs.
"Don't let them stop. Keep moving!"
Not being of the same kind, the man didn't hesitate to use the werewolves ruthlessly. He ordered the march to continue, and the three Werewolves, though angry, dared not speak and could only summon the strength to whimper, driving the wolf pack to launch another fierce assault.
"Awooo~"
"Awooo awooo..."
The howling of the wolves rose again as the werewolf pack stepped over their injured companions and moved forward. Traps were triggered along the way, but they were not as densely packed as in the outer layer.
With limited time, the monkey troop could not set too many traps.
Besides, no matter how many traps there were, once the wolf pack dispersed, they would be useless. Rather than waste more stakes, it was better to save them and have the monkeys lying in wait take on a more significant role.
And in fact, everything happened just as Sun Wukong had anticipated.
Due to the successive triggering of traps, the werewolf pack unconsciously scattered, entering the ambush zone of the monkey troop.
Rustling....
The wolf pack ran wildly, having caught the scent of monkey flesh in the air, they couldn't help but emit series of low growls, showing off their sharp fangs.
Whiz~
Whiz whiz whiz…
Barely audible sounds of light noise, and before the vanguard of the wolf pack could react, pointed bamboo spears shot out from the darkness. Although some missed their mark, several hit the wolves.
Thanks to the instruction from Sun Wukong, the monkeys aimed their spears at the wolves' waists, missing if they must, but a hit meant a piercing through, causing instant death.
"Aooo..."
Falling victim to the ambush, the wolf pack paused briefly, and as the scent of blood filled the air, their bestial natures were further stimulated. With a series of howls, they pounced towards the sneak attack squad.
At that moment, the monkeys' superiority came to the fore. They leaped agilely through the trees, retreating from danger and then quickly turning back to continue throwing pointed sticks. After several rounds, the wolf pack suffered heavy losses, and by the time they reached the territory of the monkeys, there were only a little over two hundred left.
In contrast, the monkey troop only lost about a dozen unlucky ones who were caught, while the surviving eighty or so monkeys, through the continuous victories, had honed their mental fortitude, now possessing the confidence and courage to face their enemies directly.
Boom!
Just then, a loud explosion burst from the forest, startling the monkeys. They looked up to see a giant log hurtling through the air, blocking out the sun, casting a shadow of death in an instant.
"Get down!"
A great shout woke the monkeys, who without hesitation, flattened themselves to the ground. Then, they heard only the thunderous roar of the log smashing through the air, painfully piercing their eardrums.
Amidst their alarm, wood chips fell like rain, and when the monkeys looked up, they saw a flash of golden light, followed by the wailing of wolves everywhere.
"Useless, useless, all of you are useless!"
"And you, you damned monkey!"
Before the monkeys could even get up, another roar exploded in the forest. A giant tree fell, and from behind it a burly-faced giant man emerged.
The man was incredibly strong, his muscles entwined and coiled, shining in the sunlight like steel, exuding an astonishing copper color.
By his spiritual aura, he was more than twice as strong as the white ape!
This was trouble.
Feeling the strength of his adversary, Sun Wukong grew even more cautious at heart, various vicious plans flashed through his mind, but his face remained extraordinarily calm, "Ugly brute, so you're the leader of this werewolf pack!"
The burly-faced giant man frowned, staring steadfastly at Sun Wukong, and suddenly asked, "Who are you, and what is your origin? How dare you defy the rules of the Monster Alliance, are you not afraid of the blame from the Great Saints?"
This took Sun Wukong by surprise.
He had thought it was merely a simple vendetta, but this now involved a Monster Alliance and various Great Saints—surely not the ones he was thinking of.
No way!
An answer lurked in his mind, yet unsure, Sun Wukong couldn't help asking, "Monster Alliance? Which Great Saints?"
The burly-faced giant man's frown relaxed upon hearing this.
Not knowing about the Monster Alliance or the various Great Saints, the man must surely be a wild monster. Now he could kill with peace of mind.
Damn it, he really got scared for a moment there.
How very good!
Feeling mocked and angry, the burly-faced giant man's face gradually turned ferocious as he lifted his demonic broadsword and slashed down.
"Damn!"
Sun Wukong hastily defended himself. Not stacking the runes this time, he was directly cleaved and sent flying ten meters by the giant man's sword.
The monkey troop immediately erupted into commotion, a wave of clamor, all swinging their wooden clubs and charging towards the wolves gathered behind the giant man.
The giant man ignored them, for the golden monkey was charging at him again, his iron rod exuding spirit and power. Even he felt an indescribable apprehension.
In that golden light, Sun Wukong, wielding an iron rod, shouted, "Ugly brute, take a blow from your grandpa Sun Wukong!"
Faced with the attack,
The giant man's cheeks quivered, his arms' muscles tensely coiled, the demonic broadsword placed horizontally in front of his chest. As the iron rod approached, with a backhand twist of the blade, he completely blocked Sun Wukong's attack.
How could this be.
So formidable!
Sun Wukong's eyes widened in surprise and fear, and then he released his grip, flinging a handful of lime powder that instantly scattered towards the giant man's eyes.