Ning Cheng watched in shock as the vines encircling him withered away, and even his wrist, which almost turned wooden, returned to normal due to Wuming Ghost Vine's frenzied absorption of the energy from the surrounding plants.
It was only a matter of a dozen or so breaths before Ning Cheng felt a weight lifted off him, and he was able to stand firm again. Those vines covering his body looked as if they had been burned, withered beyond recovery. With a light shake, the vines that had once entangled him crumbled into scraps and fell to the ground.
Was it really so simple to regain his freedom? Ning Cheng could hardly believe it. But as soon as he saw the surrounding vegetation withering at a visible pace, he knew he was truly free, and the power of the Wuming Ghost Vine was almost beyond belief.
