"Raise your hand up and will your weapon to return, then deal with as many of them as you can!" Azel called out, his tone calm.
Feng's face twisted in despair.
Did he really expect his Master to step in and save him?
A part of him still clung to the hope that Azel would step in and save him, but those crimson eyes said otherwise.
His master was testing him — forcing him to stand on his own feet.
Feng exhaled shakily, turned back toward the tree, and lifted his trembling hand.
Mana sparked faintly around his fingers as he willed the bone spear to return.
There was a faint whistling sound then the spear ripped free of the trunk, cutting through the cold air with terrifying speed.
Feng braced himself with both palms, and the weapon slammed into his grip and nearly knocked the breath of out him.
The monkeys shrieked as they closed the distance, snow scattering beneath their clawed feet.
Feng didn't give himself time to think.
