The true elders were overwhelmed instantly; those in the earlier layers of their stage were injured severely after a few exchanges.
"You must hold on. As long as the elders are alive, we still have a chance at re-establishing the Jade Sky Sect!" Nuwa shouted, her voice ringing with desperation.
She watched Rowen, a seventh-stage elder from an opposing faction. He had been her nephew's rival; the two grew up together, competing fiercely in a race to reach supremacy first. Now, the young elder's domain was penetrated by the numerous vines, his defense crumbling under the relentless assault.
Nuwa's gaze locked onto Rowen's final moments. A tendril shot forward like a spear, piercing his heart. He managed to snap it, but another vine wrapped tightly around his leg while a third shattered his shoulder. Moments later, six frost vines impaled him, and sickeningly beautiful roses bloomed as his flesh dwindled into nothingness.
