Crossing the wilderness to survive, starting with a broken kitchen knife.

The team of over a hundred continued deeper into the primeval forest. With Pipi's assistance, Zhang Shi and his companions soon encountered another group of mandrills. Having experienced the previous battle, Zhang Shi had gained a certain understanding of these beasts, and the subsequent battle became much easier. Zhang Shi and Zhao Feng constantly engaged the mandrill leader, while the soldiers' muskets coordinated effectively, quickly clearing out the common mandrills.

Afterwards, Zhang Shi continued to attract the attention of the baboon leader, and the soldiers used long-range means such as muskets and bows and arrows to continuously wear down the opponent's physical strength. When the opponent was exhausted, Zhang Shi and Zhao Feng rushed forward and gave it a fatal blow.

The elite monsters in this secret realm seem to have a locked drop rate, and the loot dropped is the same as the previous mandrill boss, which is a token and one kilogram of monkey wine.

This vast forest, with its favorable living environment, created a paradise for wild animals. After a morning, Zhang Shi had collected four mandrill tokens and was ready to find an open area to summon the boss.

The sunlight filtered through the sparse treetops, dappling the ground and adding an ominous feeling to the area that was about to become a battlefield.

Zhang Shi held Old Duan in his hand, his eyes determined. He slowly took out the four tokens, and a strange force arranged them into a unique pattern. Influenced by the spiritual array day and night, Zhang Shi could vaguely sense the summoning array pattern on the mandrill tokens.

As the tokens were arranged, an ancient and mysterious atmosphere began to fill the air, as if something was being awakened from the distant other side of time and space.

"Everyone, prepare to fight!"

Zhang Shi's voice was low and powerful. The soldiers quickly adjusted their formation and reloaded their ammunition. The cavalry mounted their horses, their eyes sharp as torches, staring intently at the enemy that was about to appear.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble. The surrounding trees, as if sensing some kind of threat, rustled their branches, as if trembling with fear at the approaching storm. Then, a deafening roar shattered the forest's tranquility. A titan-sized beast, covered in black fur and with eyes gleaming with a faint green light, suddenly stepped out of thin air. It was none other than the King of Mandrills!

The appearance of the Mandrill King froze the entire space. Its figure was even more massive than the previous Mandrill leader, and it exuded a terrifying aura of pressure. It glanced around, its nose twitching slightly as it sniffed the bloody scent of its own kind in the air. Finally, its gaze fixed on Zhang Shi, its eyes filled with rage and murderous intent.

Zhang Shi shouted, choosing to attack proactively. He flashed out in an instant and lunged at the back of the Mandrill King's head. Old Duan drew a silver trail through the air, carrying a sharp blade that went straight for the Mandrill King's neck.

Despite its enormous size, the Mandrill King's reflexes were incredibly quick. With a clasp of its massive hands, it brushed past Zhang Shi, stirring up a gust of wind. Zhang Shi, leveraging the momentum, flipped mid-air and landed safely. The Mandrill King roared even more furiously, its body bearing down on Zhang Shi like a mountain.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng joined the battle without hesitation. He swung his massive axe, each blow carrying the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, and engaged in close combat with the King of Mandrills.

The soldiers continued to fire muskets and bows and arrows from a distance. Although these attacks only caused superficial injuries to the Mandrill King, it was too big and was a sitting duck in this open area. The accumulated injuries made it even more violent.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. Zhang Shi and Zhao Feng worked in perfect harmony, one attacking while the other provided support, constantly trying to find the King of Mandrills' weaknesses.

As a rare-level boss, the Mandrill King's intelligence far surpassed that of ordinary beasts. He immediately recognized the power of the kitchen knife in Zhang Shi's hand and, fearing a direct confrontation, turned to attack Zhao Feng.

Relying on its immense strength and resilience, the Mandrill King continuously suppressed Zhao Feng. Each of its attacks was enough to kill an ordinary soldier. Zhao Feng did not overestimate his own abilities and engaged it head-on. Instead, he constantly dodged, sweating profusely after just a few rounds.

At this crucial moment, Pipi once again played a crucial role. Leaping from the White Tiger's space, it transformed into a stream of light, charging straight into the eyes of the Mandrill King. The Mandrill King roared in pain, his movements slowing.

Zhang Shi seized the opportunity and his figure flashed again. Old Duan passed by like lightning. This time, he aimed directly at the back of the King of Mandrills.

Suddenly, a big hand swept across and slapped Zhang Shi. The King of Mandrills calmed down all of a sudden, opened his bloodshot eyes, turned to look at Zhang Shi with a cold look, as if he was looking at a dead ant.

At the critical moment, Zhang Shi's body suddenly turned into a black shadow. The giant palm of the Mandrill King slapped it into a black mist, which dissipated between heaven and earth, making the Mandrill King confused.

At the same time, Zhang Shi, having completed his teleportation, used Shadow Step again to flash into the air behind it. Taking advantage of the gap between the Mandrill King's attacks, Zhang Shi struck Huashan with a powerful blow, landing steadily on the ground. Old Duan penetrated the Mandrill King's body, leaving a huge wound on its back.

The Mandrill King felt the pain and angrily swung his fist backwards, but Zhang Shi had already retreated to a safe distance after successfully hitting him. Zhao Feng, worried that the other party would go crazy and be affected, also retreated and turned to signal the soldiers.

The soldiers who were in position nearby received the order and quickly changed their weapons to bows and arrows loaded with explosives, and launched a hail of arrows at the King of Mandrills.

Driven mad by the pain, the Mandrill King threw himself at Zhang Shi, exposing his back to the soldiers. The sharp arrows struck him accurately, piercing his tough skin and exploding, blasting his back into a bloody mess, leaving it charred.

The King of Mandrills let out a wail, staggered and fell to his knees. Zhang Shi seized the opportunity and flashed behind it again, wanting to deliver a fatal blow. Unexpectedly, the King of Mandrills was still plotting against him.

As soon as his figure appeared, the other party turned around and clasped his iron palms together, trying to crush him to death like slapping a mosquito.

Fortunately, the fight lasted long enough for Zhang Shi's Shadow Step to accumulate two charges. Zhang Shi instantly flashed behind Zhao Feng and narrowly avoided the attack.

"Damn, this monkey is quite cunning!"

Zhao Feng fought with it for a while and felt a little weak. He took a big gulp of monkey wine before he recovered.

The Mandrill King's back wounds were not light, and his stumbling was no fake. At this moment, the musketeers replaced the archers and launched a second volley. The Mandrill King quickly stood up and retreated to the rear. As if by magic, he pulled a huge sheepskin bag from his waist as he ran and pretended to pour an unknown liquid into his mouth.

"Isn't it drinking Monkey Bar too?"