A primitive, towering, ancient stronghold appeared in Qin Feng's view.
In front of the stronghold, Ape Race guards were passed out in small groups, clutching jars of wine. Their weapons lay scattered around them as they sat cross-legged.
These powerful members of the Ape Race reeked of alcohol. Spiritual Qi surged around their bodies like thick Spiritual Serpents, cleansing their flesh and blood and tempering their muscles and bones. They all looked as if their strength was increasing dramatically.
The spiked Spirit Wine was starting to take effect!
A flash of black light, like a bolt of lightning, appeared at the side of the stronghold. The black-robed figure had originally intended to use the path in front of the stronghold to leave directly. However, when his peripheral vision caught sight of the powerful members of the Ape Race engrossed in the Refinement of the Spirit Wine's effects, he hesitated.
'Should I kill a few of these stinking monkeys before I leave?'
