Rustle—
In the mountain forest, countless vines surged from all directions.
Each vine was as thick as a fist, shooting out from the depths of the forest, its length immeasurable. In an instant, the entire forest boiled, with mutant beasts fleeing in panic, only to be instantly bound by the vines, pierced, and drained of their blood in the blink of an eye.
The members of the Far Voyage Adventure Group couldn't help but swallow hard.
A few minutes earlier,
they had flown into this area, sensing something amiss in the silence. The experienced He Yuanhang immediately felt something was wrong, but before he could react, countless vines shot at them from all sides.
It wasn't that they didn't want to fly higher; flying too high made them an easy target, often attracting predators of the Second Tier and above. Even those immobile demon plants had means to attack high up in the sky.
