"No, Old Lin, look carefully! There's a change at the end of the roots!" Wei Shan's eyes suddenly flashed with a brilliant golden flame, subtly entwined with a sky-blue aura of a sports student.
Lin Yi also looked over, and immediately saw the end of the root tendril starting to wriggle continuously, weaving a humanoid outline at an extreme speed with muscle fiber-like root networks.
Then, the humanoid outline dropped like a ginseng fruit, transforming into the form of a chef in a green apron amidst ceaseless wriggling and shaping.
In the next moment, one chef in a green apron locked onto Lin Yi, while another chef in a green apron targeted Wei Shan. The two chefs in green aprons shuttled through the shadows continuously, like two agile fish or slick black sea serpents.
"Here it comes!" Lin Yi exclaimed joyfully, staying rooted in place.
"Hehehe..." Wei Shan slightly crouched, his smile holding a mix of foolishness and a murderous intent.
