440 The Fight With the Ape King (2)

There wasn't a clear winner in the fight between the two beastmen. But from how Alva saw it, Parker was constantly being beaten.

Alva, too, didn't dare to move about recklessly. The ape tribe's ability was too bizarre—to actually be able to control plants. If he were to go down, he would definitely be strangled by the vines as well.

He knew he wasn't as agile as Parker and didn't have as tough a bite as him. If he was surrounded by those vines as well, he would be done for.

But even if that goon couldn't beat the ape, didn't it occur to him to flee?

Alva flapped his wings, flew to the skies, and called for help in the direction of his village. Gah gah!

His voice traveled a great distance away.

There are no plants in the skies. So, surely I won't be hit, right? Alva thought to himself gleefully.

The ape king's heart sank. He emanated a wisp of mental power towards the skies.

Gah!