The vines encircled them, just one or two miles away!
Where those vines hung, the demon soldiers hid behind them, their forms faintly visible, staring at them.
"We're doomed," Niu Jingjing exclaimed in laughter, his voice filled with desolation.
Facing the brink of death, Long Yuanling instead calmed down, saying, "There's no such thing as a Heavenly Dao Master; we're nothing but pitiful puppets at others' mercy."
Xiahou Feng said, "Killing a Heavenly Dao Master would allow us to wield their power. I sincerely hope this hypothesis is true. Unfortunately, it's not."
Chen Shi seriously replied, "If it were true, you'd be dead by now."
At this moment, a ray of morning light pierced through the dense vine leaves, illuminating Si Yuan Mountain Pass.
All around, cries akin to earth-shattering roars erupted, the shouts of the demon soldiers as they charged, deafening!
