The Monkey Demons chattered wildly as they ganged up on the four cultivators.
After taking in the scene, Bai Yujun curled her lip. No wonder the Monkey Demons who lived together as a Lineage had gone mad with fury. One cultivator had a little monkey hanging from his waist, its sparse golden fur visible. The little monkey was already dead, its limp body casually dangling at the cultivator's side.
They had killed someone else's outstanding offspring. How could the monkeys not be enraged?
Yang Ning made his move, naturally targeting the Monkey Demons.
Having suffered endlessly at the claws of demonic beasts in Wind Thunder Cliff's dungeon and witnessed them devouring people, Yang Ning's rage soared to the heavens. Whenever he saw a demonic beast, he recalled those innocent, pitiful commoners being eaten alive. Scene after scene replayed endlessly before his eyes as he charged at the Monkey Demons with an ordinary iron spear in hand!
"Die, demon!"
That furious roar startled both the four cultivators and the monkey troop. Once they saw that he was human, the four cultivators were overjoyed.
The Golden Core Stage pressure sent the monkeys into panicked shrieks. Several old monkeys bared their fangs and roared warnings, but Yang Ning, furious enough to nearly lose his mind, had already rushed close with his spear and thrust it straight at a Monkey Demon!
Just as the sharp spearhead was about to pierce the Monkey Demon, it abruptly stopped...
A slender, fair little hand gripped the spear shaft, preventing it from advancing another inch.
"Yujun, you..." Yang Ning did not understand.
"Enough. Everyone, stop. You four, hand over the little monkey's body, and never come near this place again."
Bai Yujun's expression was cold. If Yang Ning had not been present, the four of them would never