"Damn, that beast is too strong. Changhe, retreat quickly!" Seeing the water monkey tear the golden silk net apart, Zhang Chongchen's face changed dramatically. He urgently shouted, throwing the talisman in his left hand.
At the same time, his figure transformed into a streak of light, as if he became one with the peach wood sword in his hand, stabbing straight at the water monkey.
Zhang Changhe had originally been emboldened when he saw the water monkey trapped by the golden silk net. After a sword thrust, he had struck the water monkey's shoulder.
But who would have expected the water monkey to tear the golden silk net apart?
The wooden sword had just touched the water monkey when it let out a shriek and lunged at Zhang Changhe.
Everything happened too fast; Zhang Changhe still thought he had hit the target. Before he had time to rejoice, he heard a tearing sound and his outstretched right arm was slashed by the water monkey.
