By the time it realized what happened, the Wind Dusk Beast had already dashed a thousand zhang away, leaving only its silhouette and the traces under its feet.
Seeing this, the Tyrant Spirit Ape became even angrier.
It had assumed that the Wind Dusk Beast, already injured and seemingly out of strength to fight back, would not escape its pursuit.
Yet, to its surprise, the Wind Dusk Beast in its dire situation managed to unleash a divine skill attack, buying itself some time.
At this moment, the Tyrant Spirit Ape thumped its chest and stomped its feet a few times, as if to vent its emotions.
Then, not bothering with its own injuries, the Tyrant Spirit Ape took the first step and hurried after the Wind Dusk Beast in the direction it had fled.
...
Green Bamboo Mountain.
In a valley behind the main peak, Ye Pinghai sat on the ground in meditation, as still as an old monk.
At this time, his breathing was steady and the paleness on his face had faded, revealing a hint of color.
