The White-faced Ape seemed to disdain those lower-grade foods.
It allowed the pack of Demon Wolves to cleanly devour the humans in the bushes.
The Human-faced Ape licked its thick lips, its gaze cruelly and coldly watching those capable little ones who had just fled from its sight when the wind had struck the forest fiercely.
With its stomach growling loudly, it seemed to have a great appetite. It leaped down from the hill, and the small mountain it carried on its back fell to the earth like a meteor, the heavy Astral Wind causing the solid ground to sink three inches.
But when the Human-faced Ape's feet touched the ground, its entire body floated above the ground as light as a feather.
Following a sweep of the wind, its figure turned into a huge bolt of lightning and disappeared below the hill.
Two men fled together, running wildly through the mountain forest.
They dared not use Sword Control, because in this world, the sky was not just the cultivators' domain.
