Spiritual Monkey's Anomaly

Two whole hours had passed, and the spiritual monkey, enveloped in a cocoon-like structure, showed no signs of movement. By this point, the white threads had extended hundreds of meters away.

As these white threads spread, all the vegetation within a few hundred meters had withered, and even the lush towering trees couldn't escape their effects.

Shi Feiyu had never seen anything like this before, and he couldn't help but feel surprised by the high quality of the elixir that Leng Hanmei had taken out. He couldn't help but wonder about her identity—why would she carry such a miraculous elixir with her?

"Will Grey be all right?" Shen Ziyi and the others were growing impatient, gazing at the distant "cocoon" of the giant spiritual monkey.

Mengyu's eyes were filled with anxiety, and when she heard the question, she turned her gaze toward Leng Hanmei. She was the one who had produced the elixir, and no one knew the situation better than her.