Thunder, fire, and ice.
Night of the long knives.
The battle in the depths of the forest lasted for a long time. Fifteen minutes later, it gradually subsided.
"Whoosh!"
With a clatter, Andrew pulled his arm out of Hundred-Needles Porcupine and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
After wiping the purple blood off his face, Andrew suddenly felt a pain in his shin.
He looked down and saw a Blade Monkey biting his shin.
The fiend was so ferocious.
Its head had been cut off, but it still wanted to attack and even took the opportunity to bite.
Andrew flicked the monkey's head away like a marble.
The monkey's head on the ground was still biting the air. It took a long time for it to gradually lose its vitality.
The monsters here were indeed extraordinary.
It was conceivable how much pressure it was to deal with five of them at one time, and each of them was stronger than the Young Female Shura.