A tremendous force surged out, and the vines crazily wrapped around the great lord of Destruction.
The great lord of Destruction stood quietly alone, a disdainful smile appearing above his lips. He surprisingly allowed the terrifying vines to bind him without resisting at all.
The vines, like giant pythons, wrapped tighter and tighter while the densely packed thorns pierced directly into the skin of the great lord of Destruction!
"Hahaha, Old Man Yang, it seems that this great lord of Destruction doesn't take you seriously at all," Su Minghui mocked Yang Sanwei, but at this moment, he had already made his move.
The novelist's magical technique was directly displayed before Xiao Qiang.
Su Minghui completely relied on his thoughts to move, and a terrifying western dragon suddenly appeared in front of the great lord of Destruction, with a knight holding a lance staring coldly at the great lord of Destruction.
