Beat Ming Yan to a Pulp

Before Jiang Liu could make a move, the Fire-Winged Monkey beside him had already swung the long staff in its hand. The staff instantly transformed into a streak of flame and shot straight toward Ming Yan on the ground.

At the same time, the Fire-Winged Monkey clenched its fist and charged at Ming Yan together with the staff.

Jiang Liu was slightly surprised to see the Fire-Winged Monkey throw a punch. This was the first time it had ever used its fists against an enemy.

However, Jiang Liu did not give it much thought. He thrust the great saber behind his back, then spread both hands. Two Ice Blades appeared in each hand, and he flung them toward Ming Yan.

Ming Yan only had time to raise the long staff in his hand and block the Fire-Winged Monkey's staff.

The Fire-Winged Monkey's following punch struck him squarely in the chest.

"Ugh!" A mouthful of black blood sprayed from his lips.

The black blood splashed onto the weeds beside him, and they instantly turned charred black.

Clearly, even the blood within his body contained a deadly poison.

Suddenly, Ming Yan's body stiffened. He had already felt Jiang Liu's Ice Blades enter his body once more.

This time, he truly felt as if he were about to explode.

The first time Jiang Liu had ambushed him, the concealed weapons had entered his body while he was unprepared. That much was still understandable.

But now he had been struck by those concealed weapons again—and this time, they were also imbued with Saintly Sky Art spiritual energy and spiritual power.

It was precisely that Saintly Sky Art spiritual energy and spiritual power that suppressed the spiritual energy in his body and prevented him from finding the concealed weapons.

At that moment, Ming Yan felt