Everyone was terrified by the horrific scene in front of them, their faces drained of color, especially those men who had just been displaying vicious expressions. They were now struggling desperately, shouting and cursing.
Chains of soil and stones, similar to long snakes, crawled up everyone's legs, covering their knees in the blink of an eye. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't break this layer of prohibition.
Especially the young practitioner who had poked Yang Zhen with a sword, his face wild with fury while he cursed Yang Zhen the fiercest.
Yang Zhen turned his face to look at the young practitioner. With a flicker of spiritual intent, a spear of soil and stone suddenly darted upwards, charging toward the young practitioner's thigh.
"Aaaa!"
A painful scream echoed, the young practitioner's mouth instantly shut as he struggled desperately to extricate himself from the soil and stone serpent.
