A man and a monkey fell onto the cold and snowy ground. The spirit monkey vomited a huge mouthful of blood that coincidentally landed on Su Zimo, splattering all over the latter's face.
Su Zimo's mouth was filled with the spirit monkey's warm blood.
The spirit monkey turned to his side with his eyes drooping and pupils losing focus. He stared blankly at Su Zimo, his eyes filled with some indignation, some nostalgia, some reluctance and some regrets.
Finally… it closed both its eyes.
"Monkey!"
Su Zimo called out, his heart trembling.
The spirit monkey did not move the slightest bit. The vitality in its body was draining rapidly.
The mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator had unsheathed the middle-grade spirit weapon and attacked with all his might. That had a devastating impact to the spirit monkey.
