The four of them, Fang Lin and the others, were all greatly startled. Faced with the oncoming barrage of vines, they leapt upward into the sky.
However, to their surprise, the vines were relentless in their pursuit. Each one was thicker than a human arm, exuding a horrifying and chilling aura.
Jian Angxing let out a cold snort, gripping a scarlet longsword in his hand. A flash of Sword Qi descended directly towards the vines below.
In an instant, the dozen or so vines closest to him were severed by the Sword Qi. But no sooner were they cut than new ones grew back, utterly unaffected.
Jian Angxing kept slashing with streams of sharp Sword Qi. Time and again, the vines were severed, only to regenerate as if nothing had happened.
"Let me!" Zhen Yangzi bellowed as he shot forward, pointing a finger. Suddenly, a purple fire ignited, spreading across the sky and roaring downward like a violent storm.
