Facing the hot wind, Yan Ze looked calmly into the distance with a hint of determination in his eyes.
The gentle breeze caressed his sleeve, but it did not move his body at all, changing his mind.
Even in the face of such a large group of aggressive monkeys, Yan Ze did not show a trace of fear.
Seeing that the monkeys in the distance were gradually approaching, he also knew that he could not continue to delay like this.
He swung his arms and gathered the energy of the airflow in his body, condensing it at the bottom of his legs.
As the airflow fluttered, Yan Ze’s body floated up again, suspended in the low air.
He held the silver long spear tightly, both legs below his body, and suddenly swept forward.
“Bang! ! !”
The sound of air being torn apart rang out.
A white spear aura that emitted a cold glow surged out and quickly swept towards the monkeys in the distance.
