Everyone rode the Talisman Bird through the forest, temporarily retreating from Cangyun Ridge.
Chu River was the last to land, and at this moment, his heart was still filled with shock. He knew that Ji An had already comprehended the Perfection Level of the Small Cloud Rain Technique, and the time he had spent practicing the Geng Metal Finger should be less than two years.
Chen Moxuan heard a mournful ape cry from behind, followed by a series of ape cries, full of violent energy.
He curled up the corners of his mouth in a smile, chuckling, knowing that the loss of a Cyan Wood Ape at the Eighth-Layer Qi Refining was not insignificant to the beast horde.
He thought that if they could bring down this group of ape demons, they would surely reap a great bounty of Jade Spirit Fruits, and his heart burned even hotter with desire.
