Only the Spirit Wind Monkey, the cunning and elusive demon king of Nanling, could cause such erratic behavior in the Flame Demon Wolf. The Spirit Wind Monkey was infamous for its ability to manipulate the minds of other demons-and for its treachery and cunning.
As though to confirm Luke's assurances, a golden monkey no larger than a child began to emerge from the fur of the Flame Demon Wolf. It carried a slender iron rod, and with malice in its white eyes, surveyed the battlefield.
Locking eyes with the Spirit Wind Monkey, Luke felt anger surging through him. "You're responsible for this entire mess."
The Spirit Wind Monkey cast a cursory glance in Luke's direction, its pupils bleeding into an otherworldly white. Luke could feel its power on his mind for an instant.
Nonetheless, Luke's demon technique beat it to the draw. His big eyes turned to a bright purple as he unleashed his strongest spell.
"Lone Star Wolf—Cursed Demon Pupil!"
