“Roar! !”
Slapping its chest, the large Tibetan chieftain monkey let out a battle roar, announcing the arrival of war.
It raised its intact right hand and compressed the air in front of it into its palm, forming a ball of gas.
Then, it retreated back and suddenly shot out, turning into a new type of air cannonball, shooting towards the four wolves in the distance.
Facing this swift and fierce attack, Su Ming still stood at his original spot without any panic and did not make any move.
The air cannonball that was enough to blow up Yan Ze and Bai Lianming did not seem to be worth mentioning in his eyes.
Before the air cannonball could get close to the four wolves, a gust of frost arrived first and instantly froze it on the spot.
Immediately after, a shadow blade surged out from the ground and cut the snow sphere in half.
“Bang...”
The sphere that fell to the ground quickly shattered into countless small pieces of ice and scattered on the soil.
