The elves present widened their eyes. They did not expect Huanhuan to be able to control plants.
The green vines in her hand looked quite unfamiliar. Even the elves who had seen many plants had never seen such vines.
Huanhuan swung the vine in her hand.
The green vine slithered in the air like a flexible long snake and wrapped around Doris' neck.
With a hard tug, Doris was thrown forward and fell heavily to the ground.
The bow flew out of her hand, and Doris' face twisted in pain.
At this moment, she was in a sorry state. She was a different person from before.
Little Green wrapped itself around her again and dragged her to Huanhuan.
Huanhuan grabbed her chin. "So much for being a high-and-mighty elf."
Panic and anger fought in Doris' heart. Her face was red, but she couldn't resist.
At this point, victory and defeat were very obvious.
However, none of the elves present was willing to admit that Doris had lost.
