Bing Yao held the branch that was as thick as a baby's arm tightly in his hand. He started to move the sharp dagger up and down again. Then, he found the right position and cut again ...
Then, the God eating Vine's scream sounded again.
Bing Yao seemed to be addicted to it. He cut here and there, and the people could only hear the man-eating Vine's screams never stop. In fact, each scream was louder than the last.
The God devouring vine screamed and cursed. The more it cursed, the more Bing Yao's dagger slashed.
