The monkey cried out, “Seventh Bro, did you hear that?”

Lu Yin didn’t even have a chance to reply as he quickly left the canyon. His eyes were immediately met by the sight of corpses littered everywhere, reduced to nothing more than white bones. The area was also decorated with the tattered remains of fluttering banners.

Lu Yin’s arrival came with a small squeak, but that tiny noise was enough to turn everything within a ten kilometer radius of him to dust. It was just like what had happened inside of the centipede’s body, where nothing was able to resist the ravages of time over countless eons, except for the pikes that had been left stuck in the ground.

Lu Yin stared in shock at everything before him—the entire island was filled with corpses. How many people had died here? It could not be any less than 100,000.

Explosions rang out in the skies as countless voices rumbled, ‘I can’t wait. The future generations are hopeless, so how could I be willing to wait?’

“I am six, all fives must be killed.”

“The sky has changed, the sky has changed. This sky will be six from now.”

…

Lu Yin crouched down and forcibly endured the explosion of the successive voices howling out. Blood leaked out from his eyes, ears, and nose, dripping onto the island.

The Ghost Monkey had stopped speaking by now, probably because he had fainted.

Lu Yin...