The Monkey King's heart sank as he felt it again—a chilling, deathly aura clinging to its body.
Its instincts screamed at him and without hesitation, he summoned a clone who shot ahead, its original body erupting in a violent explosion.
The force of the blast hurled the Monkey King forward, its clone obliterated as the real him stumbled away, its breaths ragged and uneven.
The monkey didn't dare look back.
"Why don't you stay and fight?" Alex's provoked and the Monkey King's stomach churned.
"Running has never saved anyone from me, and it will not start with you."
The words burrowed into the Monkey King's mind, each syllable heavy with dread.
Its legs pumped harder, Its body moving in sheer desperation.
But no matter how fast he ran, the weight of Alex's gaze pressed on him, unrelenting.
There's no escape, he thought, panic settling deep in his bones.
