The vine shot out and wrapped around a distant branch. Zhang Deming quickly secured the fruit to his body.
Let's roll!
"WHOOSH...!"
Zhang Deming gripped the vine and swung rapidly away.
In mid-air, another vine shot from his hand while the previous one dissolved into motes of light and vanished.
In just a few swings, Zhang Deming had crossed the clearing and was back in the forest.
Bye-bye now!
Zhang Deming glanced back and saw the Fox Monkey Demon Group had already gone berserk.
Without a moment's hesitation, Light Wings materialized at his heels. They vibrated faintly, and in just a few leaps, he was speeding off into the distance.
The Fox Monkeys and the Wine-Seeking Bear, now frenzied, gave chase, relentlessly pursuing Zhang Deming.
After being pursued for more than ten minutes, Zhang Deming frowned.
'This won't do. They probably won't catch me, but this is the back mountain. Letting this pack of demons chase me around is asking for trouble—big trouble.'
