In the realm between heaven and earth, countless blood-red vines writhed like wild fire dragons, twisting and tossing madly in the air.
At times they spiralled upward, like blazing flames engulfing the sky, painting it blood-red.
At times they dived down as if with the force of thunder, swiftly engulfing the enemy within.
Faced with this terrifying and shocking attack, the cultivators of Frostflower Kingdom were utterly thrown into an abyss of fear.
Their faces were marked with terror and despair, eyes widened as if they had seen the most horrifying nightmare of the mortal world.
They tried to struggle, to resist, but those blood-red vines wrapped around their bodies like the Grim Reaper's tendrils, rendering them immobile.
After all, even the Tiger Talisman couldn't break the Slayer Vine, let alone these mortal bodies.
The cultivators entwined by the Slayer Vine attempted to use the Nascent Soul Force to break free from their bodily constraints, but it was to no avail.
