บท 87: Slap

The demonic ape curled up on the ground, holding its left leg with a wail, looking pitiful and weak.

If it was not for its exaggerated size that was much taller than Jiang Li while lying down, and if it was not for the words 'cunning and bloodthirsty' clearly written in the column of appraisal, Jiang Li might have really fallen for its trick.

The Dragon Imprisoning Lock scraped the ground, producing a series of metallic sounds.

An expression appeared on the demonic ape's hairy face, like it had succeeded in its scheme.

Although the demonic ape had been curled up and buried its face under its body, its ears were still focused on the outside.

It could clearly hear the clanging of the chains getting closer and closer to it. As long as the human was within ten meters of it, it was confident that it could instantly pounce on its prey and tear him into pieces.

Slam!