The external incarnation continued to charge at the monster, engaging it directly.
"Bang!"
Sun Wukong appeared behind the monster, swinging his staff at its back, causing the black aura enveloping it to waver significantly.
Nearly collapsing.
The monster staggered, lurching forward two steps, its face filled with shock and anger.
In the Han Hai Realm, there had never been such a ghostly spell. This was the first time the monster had encountered someone who could transform into blue smoke.
Completely unpredictable!
"Hey, fighting isn't just about brute force. You have to use your brain! Are you dumb?"
Sun Wukong's face was full of mockery.
He intended to use the monster as a means to break through his cultivation, but that didn't mean he would engage in a direct confrontation.
That would be something only a fool would do.
Real combat is an art, a combination of strength and beauty.
