At first, it was just a game. Mr. Big-fat-guy found a Kun Peng, an endangered yet powerful race, and wanted to pass on its heritage lest it be lost in time forever. Such a thing was not the purpose of the jungle, but that did not mean it could not be used like that either.
Everything that happened afterwards, too, was of little consequence. Let alone a small army of Earth Immortals, even if a billion such armies appeared, it would not pose any threat to the purpose or foundation of the jungle. Watching the human, toying with him, teasing him, all of those things were done in the spirit of entertainment.
They could easily inform him that his friends were safe, but where would be the fun in that? Playing with the human was almost as entertaining as watching Mr. Big-fat-guy get irritated every time they brought him closer to entering the innermost layer of the jungle.
