Looking at his own followers nearby, he even felt that if this matter wasn't settled immediately, his followers would defect to Blossom Mountain's side.
Slowly, King Bullhorn glanced at Ao Lie, who was tied up in the corner like a dumpling. "If all we need is to give them a way out, I have just the gift."
...
A demon soldier hurried through the crowd and whispered a few words to Monkey.
Monkey chuckled. "Just tell them—I'm very interested."
"Yes, sir."
The demon soldier spun around and dashed off toward the outer ranks.
"What's going on?" Anna Yang asked quietly.
"Nothing much. Six of them say they have a little gift for me." Turning his face, Monkey instructed a nearby little demon, "Go invite the Fourth Princess of the Eastern Sea to wait for me in the rear hall of Water Curtain Cave."
"Yes, sir!"
Grandmaster White did not scold the arrogant monkey; with a look of disdain, he rolled up his sleeves and handed over the imperial decree.
Clutching the life-saving yellow silk tightly, the monkey shouted, "My lads! We've won! Hahahaha!"
"That's the king's voice. What's going on?"
"We've been granted amnesty?"
"We... we... survived?"
"We survived!"
The monsters in Underworld City stared wide-eyed at each other, until, after a moment, a thunderous cheer erupted. They embraced like children, weeping with joy.
Stars filled the sky, and clouds drifted across the heavens.
On the ground, the battered soldiers of the Heavenly Fleet stood in a daze.
Blood still clung to their weapons; a gentle breeze swept by, carrying the stench of scorched flesh through the air.
"Has His Majesty gone mad?" someone asked with a bitter laugh.
"We were about to win... just a little longer... just a little..." someone clawed at the ground.
"So many of us died, for what? Why?" someone howled at the sky, tearing at his beard.
They say real men never cry, but at this moment, the Skyward Legionnaires and Heavenly Generals of the Heavenly Fleet could not help but wail aloud.
So much had been sacrificed, only for such an outcome.
The finest troops, with wills of steel, crumbled to dust in that instant.
His sword slipped from his grasp and fell; Marshal Silver knelt in shock, looking up at Grandmaster White.
The wind swept past him, tugging at his robes and tossing his long hair, revealing a pale face.
His eyes were wide and bloodshot, his lips bitten until they bled.
"You promised me..."