Yun Cai acted as Chu Hao's translator, relaying his words to the golden centipede.
"How many War Venerate-level subordinates do you have in total?"
"...Only three."
"The Blood Bone Tribe has ten War Venerates, sixteen war chariots—even without using the war chariots, just having ten War Venerates face you would ensure six victories."
"In fact, you indeed lost four to six."
"Such a gamble was doomed from the beginning."
"So, you were deceived."
The logic was simple, known to any child who studied mathematics, but ferocious beasts were too naive in this respect. It wasn't until Chu Hao laid out the analysis that the golden centipede realized its mistake, and it became furiously enraged, its thick body writhing as mountains collapsed around it, showcasing its terrifying power and anger.