Wang Jiu watched the wild monkey in the observation room, swinging a stick with abandon and stirring sword qi in the forest, and said, "Three more minutes, right?"
"Three minutes?" Zhao Chenlu squinted slightly, using the Moon Spirit Eyes to scrutinize the monkey. She saw its blood qi surge inside, efficiently mobilizing its limited physical strength, constantly releasing destructive sword qi. It looked normal... Yet, under the reflection of the Moon Spirit, the whole body of the monkey was exuding a strong aura of death, like a living corpse!
Soon, a shrill scream echoed from the forest. That wild monkey, swinging on vines, seemed to be abruptly struck and fell from the tree. Before hitting the ground, a series of creepy explosive sounds burst from within its limbs and bones, leaving it a shapeless mess upon landing.
