บท 457: Chapter 349

But it was indeed the strongest in this space, and if these races didn't dare to acknowledge it as their king, then they would just have to keep suffering.

The monkey's stubborn temper emerged, as it kept using spells in the high altitudes of the space, suppressing those Demonic Beasts that refused to submit.

The monarchs of the four races were truly suffering now, bearing the pressure while still responsible for their races. Their kin were even worse off—unable to cultivate under the Red Sun during the day, they watched night approach, knowing they would be pressed down here, their very essence being sucked away by the space's pull.

Seeing their king demonstrate such might, those monkeys hopped around and knelt in worship, "King, you are too powerful. You will become the king of this place from now on."

The monkey was worshiped by its kin, and a high hat was figuratively placed upon its head as it smiled in midair.