The sinister, awe-inspiring scythe tore through the darkness. Following behind the Desolate Slave, Bai Yang saw a small figure appear. It had its back to the scythe in the Desolate Slave's hands and seemed oblivious to the danger looming behind it.
The small figure was actually a monkey, only about five feet tall, with a coat of short black fur. A piece of black Dragon hide, still covered in scales but looking somewhat mottled, was wrapped around its waist.
Boom! A thunderous blast rang out. At the very last instant, the small black monkey spun around and raised a purple-gold staff carved with dragon patterns, blocking the Desolate Slave's near-sneak attack.
As the monkey turned, Bai Yang got a clear look at its face. Uh, it really was a monkey. There was nothing special about it. Perhaps it counted as handsome among its kind, but it certainly didn't fit human standards of beauty.
The monkey held the purple-gold dragon-patterned staff in one hand to block the Desolate Slave's attack. Purple flames flickered in its eye sockets, and it bared its teeth in what seemed like a sneer, revealing two fangs. It gave off a ferocious, razor-sharp air.
The staff in its hand quivered with a hum, and faint purple light rose from it. A phantom dragon flashed into view, and that single tremor sent the Desolate Slave stumbling backward. The monkey itself didn't move an inch.
"What a powerful monkey. It's hard to believe such a terrifying force is hidden in that little body." Hidden in the darkness, Bai Yang watched it all in astonishment.
The monkey didn't leave after driving the Desolate Slave back. Instead, it pressed its advantage and charged, swinging its staff in a flurry of afterimages. Blow after blow came crashing down on the Desolate Slave,