But just then, the Demon King Monkey suddenly leaped into the air, deftly soaring past its companions. In an instant, it had flown a dozen meters, positioning itself directly above Bai Qimeng.
It hung from a steel crossbeam by one arm, a short dagger clenched between its fangs, its tail coiled around a Molotov cocktail.
It raised its other clawed hand, its five long talons dancing at high speed as if playing a piano. They pulled on a dense web of nearly invisible threads, giving them a sudden, hard tug.
CLATTER—
The pack of monkeys, which had been struggling to catch Bai Qimeng, was suddenly yanked forward by an unseen force. They all leaped in unison, landing around her pink and black motorcycle.
They produced Flying Knives from who-knows-where and hurled them all at Bai Qimeng.
These Mechanical Monkeys weren't large, but their arms were abnormally long. Every time they swung, the hydraulic joints at their shoulder blades let out a sharp, clicking sound.
