At the edge of the forest, the middle-aged cultivator was looking around vigilantly.
Although this place was quiet, it was not safe.
He had a feeling that there was a pair of eyes peeking in the dark, like a poisonous snake that could launch a sneak attack at any time.
For example, the flesh vine caught the middle-aged cultivator off guard and he did not dare to fight it head-on.
The wound on his back had already festered and turned black.
It was obvious that the flesh vines were highly toxic. If an ordinary person were to be injured by them, they might have already lost their life.
After the middle-aged cultivator realized that something was wrong, he immediately sealed the flesh around the wound to prevent the poison from flowing through the blood.
Although the deterioration of the injury was temporarily stopped, it was only a temporary solution. He needed someone to help treat the wound and remove the poisoned flesh.
