Li Fan stared ahead, only to see the young figure retreat into an ancient tree, completely merging into it and vanishing without a trace.
"Humans, you've got some nerve, daring to ruin my plans."
The surrounding ancient trees unexpectedly emitted sounds at the same time, creating an echo that lingered. The group looked up, as though the voice was omnipresent.
Meanwhile, the forest's trees continuously resonated, as demons resembling spirit monkeys leapt nimbly between the trees, quickly surrounding the area.
Li Fan glanced upward. The demons looked grotesque—long arms sharp as blades, pale faces akin to apes but far more sinister.
"Puppet demons," Huang Xiong said, "Brother Yang, these puppet demons are incredibly fast, ghost-like, with razor-sharp claws that seal throats with a single gash. They devour human brain matter and are exceptionally wicked. Usually, these demons operate in groups but follow orders from stronger demons, likely that brat from before."
