Suddenly, countless black threads sprang up from the ground, they were the already-laid ink-caterpillar threads.
What followed were countless wind blades, shooting out like blooming bombs. However, among them, several wind blades were purposefully directed, moving along the black threads with unpredictable variations, making it dazzling and difficult for the observer to distinguish between false and real!
The roots of the small pine trees in the distance were also exerting their limit at the same time…
With the cumulative effects, Feng Yin levitated into the air, with the sword still out of the sheath, his figure already rocketed a hundred feet away.
A white shadow followed him, it was Feng Ying landing on Feng Yin's shoulder. There was also a wind blade dragging the ink-caterpillar thread to a farther location. The root of the pine tree in the other place received it in time, followed by extreme pulling…
