However, the iron thread grass did not attack Hu Xin. Instead, it wrapped itself around little crane grass. The iron thread grass's grip was very strong, and little crane grass felt as if he was being held in the hand of a giant. All the bones in his body were about to break, and at the same time, he could no longer breathe. His face was red from holding his breath. At this moment, the grass soul on little crane grass's head seemed to have sensed his condition. Its leaves moved, and streams of energy invisible to the naked eye were emitted from the leaves. As soon as the iron thread grass felt the energy, it was like a mouse seeing a cat. It put the little crane grass on the ground, and the little crane grass fell to the ground. This pause made him hold his breath. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.