“Monkey, are you kidding me? No matter how I look at it, this damned mountain river illustration is a source of support for the enemy. It’s restricting us!”
Peng Wanli was lying on the ground, unable to move. His entire body was bare, without any form of image.
Normally, his entire body was covered in resplendent golden feathers, hanging in the air like a brilliant sun. But now, his entire body was covered in blood, and there weren’t many feathers left.
If he were to add a bit more fire, he would be able to turn into a roasted duck.
On the other side, Xiao Yao was the same. His bones and tendons were broken and he lay there motionless.
As for the monkey, he was lying flat on the ground with his buttocks facing upwards. Because his tail had been smashed into a bloody mess by Chu Feng, it was almost broken into three pieces.
Up until now, he was still grunting and grimacing.
