"I've finally killed them all, but a portion of them should have escaped."
In the forest, Zhou Chen, whose clothes had turned to rags, sat down beside the corpse of a monkey demon and began to rest.
He then took out the low tier healing potion and antidote.
He had suffered some injuries in the intense battle just now. When he charged toward the fat monkey demon, he had been cut by its wind blades and a small number of the sharp arrows that had struck those wounds were poisonous. He had only sensed it now.
"I was really lucky this time. Fortunately, my body is tough enough. Otherwise, I would have definitely died."
Originally, Zhou Chen did not plan to fight so many enemies. He wanted to carry out the strategy of destroying the metamorphosed monkey demons and the ordinary monkey demons separately. Unexpectedly, an accident occurred and the plan had to be adjusted.
