The number of golden monkeys only seemed to be growing. When Sylas first cast his gaze over, there had only been a few dozen, but now it was a few hundred, and in the distance there seemed to be hundreds more gearing up.
They had seemingly enraged the entire city.
Sylas came to a sudden stop.
What must have been at least 50 monkeys jumped at Gogo, their staffs at the ready. They pulled them back as far as they went, their bodies about to slash down all at once.
But Gogo unleashed a roar that froze every one of them in the air. Then, a blast of telekinesis sent them all flying.
His body snaked through the air, every pump of his muscles shattering the wind and ripping apart at space. But at other angles, it did the opposite, making the space stronger, more sturdy, more unmoveable.
And it was within this space that his enemies froze and he attacked, ripping them apart.
