"Clang!"
The Qianyuan Sword rang out with a crisp sound, and a circular sword energy swept through, cutting off all the vines that had attacked. The vines fell to the ground, still writhing and struggling.
"Screech!"
A sharp cry came from the mouth of a distant monster, and a spiritual pressure spread over the entire island. Compared to just now, this spiritual pressure had grown even stronger.
Chen Fei exerted a slight force with his left hand, and the vines in his palm turned into mush. He looked towards the location of the water pool, his figure flashing as he charged straight towards it.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Within a hundred paces of the monster, every few steps Chen Fei took, there would be a muffled sound in the air. This was the sound of the collision of Chen Fei's and the monster's spiritual consciousness.
"Miss, with him here, it seems we have no chance," Dai Yuqiu said in a low voice as he looked at Chen Fei ahead.
