This pressure, this was a suppression due to the difference in cultivation bases.
Feng Lin's body was bent like there was a heavy mountain on his back. Creaking sounds rang out as he tried to straighten his back, but he was under so much pressure that he felt his bones were on the verge of shattering.
"Little monkey, prepare to die!"
The wolf king shot out from the darkness, rushing toward Feng Lin and slashing out with its claws. Its crimson eyes were filled with hatred. It was like it could already see Feng Lin dead beneath its claws.
A pair of golden eyes looked up, staring straight at the wolf king. The ruthless aura within actually caused the heart of the wolf king to feel a chill.
What?
This was merely a monkey that had just stepped upon the cultivation path. How could it block the might radiating from a demon king?