Mount Yun Cang.
Cloud Summit Palace.
As the figure clad in the Gold-Patterned Profound Robe approached step by step, an invisible momentum also overwhelmed the surroundings like a tide.
The atmosphere at this moment seemed almost frozen.
The Monkey Demon reached out, grabbing a Dark Gold Iron Rod with an undetectable seriousness on his gloomy face.
He did not feel his own gifted treasure on the body of the slain Deer Demon.
This meant that the treasure, containing the power of his own strike, had already been used by the Deer Demon within Wanxiang Mountain!
And the result was that the Deer Demon was slain, and this anomaly of the Human race before him was unscathed!
His own strike had failed to cause any harm to this oddity of the Human race before him!
A glint of brutality and doubt flashed in the eyes of the Monkey Demon.
But... thankfully!
That old Bull Demon must surely be watching this place now with the others, and he was not alone in facing the enemy!
