Chapter 337 The Demon King's Schemes, The Way of the Volume

The rainstorm poured into the forest, and the rocks of Beechwood Peak were washed by the rain, glowing silver in the light of the thunder.

The huge ginseng tree stood in the rain, the only fruit on its branches swaying as the gusty wind and rain swept through the gaps, emitting gusts of sadness like the cries of the ginseng fruit.

The little monkey ran wildly through the stormy forest, blood rushing up inside his body, and his heart kept beating violently, like a drum beating in his ears.

The rain lashed its body, each blow seemed to weigh a million even, and in the darkness of the forest, it tilted its head up, looking at the raindrops falling all over the sky, and an infinite fear flooded its heart.

The little monkey demon kept gasping for breath as it clutched its head and knelt down by a giant tree, crying with a suppressed voice.

The guests didn't come after us.

He looked at his leg, which was covered in bloodstains from the thorns when he ra